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(i) OMAR LITTLE: the wire, s2e11 (2002-2008) / (ii) ACHILLES: homer, the iliad (trans. robert fagles)

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♦  marry your best friend (3/7) Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs.

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2025 Event Announcement

All of this has happened before...and all of this will happen again

We've had a lot of fun here the last two years, and so we are back for round three of the Galactica Big Bang and Mini Bang event!

The event is a chance for writers and artists to get together and produce fanworks set in the BSG universe, with two tiers–hence Big Bang and Mini Bang.

The minimum wordcount for Big Bang is 10k, and the minimum for Mini Bang is 2.5k.

For art, we accept a wide variety of media! Digital or traditional fanart; fanvids; filks; podfic; fanmixes; crafts (fiberarts, ceramics, etc.)–if you have any questions about a particular medium, just ask! Specific requirements for artists vary based on medium, but are included in the Rules post as a general idea/guideline.

Questions? Feel free to send us an ask via tumblr, or you can reach out to the event email, battlestargalacticabigbang@gmail.com

Feel free to browse through the event tumblr, or the AO3 collection with last year’s works!

We also have a Discord, if you’d like to come and say hi and hang out.

The broad schedule/major deadlines are below:

May 1, 2025 - Signups Open

July 11, 2025 - Author signups close; story details due.

July 14, 2025 - Story details sent out for claims; artist and beta signups close

October 11, 2025 - Posting day! Big Bang entries of less than 20k words must be posted in full, as must all Mini Bang entries; Big Bang entries of more than 20k must post at least the first 10k. Big Bang entries should be fully posted by October 31, 2025.

Keep an eye on this space, as we’ll post additional updates as we get closer to signups!

We’re excited to be having this event, and hopefully you are, too! Very much looking forward to what you all come up with.

So Say We All

~GBB Mod Team

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Occurred to me in rewatching this scene that Ed has, like, never seen how truly unhinged Stede is.

He has seen Stede's brilliance, his quirkiness, his kindness, his love for fine things, his care for his crew, but he has not seen firsthand the undeniable fact that Stede Bonnet is batshit insane. Until this moment.

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The Challenge of Wheels and Words

This is a fest where all fic titles follow the popular format “A/The ____ of ____ and ____.”

To participate, spin the wheels below to get your title. Then, write a fic inspired by that title.

Fics can be any fandom (including original fic), any pairing, any genre, any rating, any length. Go wild!!!

Spin for your first word

Spin twice for your second and third words

Submit your fic to our AO3 Collection

Posting dates: July 1 - 7

Rules

You can spin as many times as you want.

You can submit as many fics as you want.

Fics can be for any fandom, including original fic, any pairing, genre, rating, and length.

Your fic does not have to be complete by the end of the posting period.

If you just want to spin and don’t want to write, you can send us your favorite titles as an ask and we’ll post them for others to grab!

Mods: @sillyunicorn and @embraceweird 

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STARTING TOMORROW

Scientists in weather and climate are live streaming for 100 hours to make their case to the American public.

They are live streaming, but engagement is necessary for it to work. SHARE THIS WITH PEOPLE, RECORD THE STREAM, POST CLIPS OF IT THAT ARE FUNNY, if you can tune in, PLEASE DO!

This is something that has to be heard by as many people as possible. Put it on in the background! See if you can get other people to watch it! Do whatever you can do support those who are trying to be supported! Anything and everything helps!

TUNE IN HERE

article I posted screenshots of here

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A story is true, a story is untrue…as time extends, it matters less and less. The stories we want to believe, those are the ones that survive, despite upheaval and transition and progress. Those are the stories that shape history. And then what does it matter if it was true when it was born?

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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Yay, chapter 2! This submission is for @fandom-free-bingo Tolkien Edition (Prompt: Hunted)

Summary: Having trouble sleeping and desperate to finally get some peace, Elena mistakenly eats some vervain cookies she finds in her freezer that Jeremy made before he left for Colorado when he was too high to tell the difference between vervain and weed, making her temporarily resistant to compulsion at just the right moment. So, when she arrives to save Damon from Rebekah the next day, he can’t exactly get her to leave.

Takes place during 3X18.

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Damon/Elena

Rating: M

Banter, mutual pining, unresolved sexual tension, unresolved romantic tension, rescue mission, humor, hunted

Word count: 1,824

(No CW for this chapter, but the previous one has aftermath of torture, canonical.)

When the world around Elena returned, the swirling wind and scenery finally coalescing into stationary surroundings, she found herself in the passenger seat of her car, trembling from adrenaline. Through her panting breaths and thunderous cacophony in her chest, she vaguely noted Damon's hand gently fastening her seatbelt and closing her door, before he was right next to her in the driver's seat in the very next instant.

"I – I could've done that," she finally found the will to say, as her respiratory levels returned to fairly manageable levels, though the dizziness had yet to abate. That, or there were two Damons next to her.

Now, there's an idea…

Forcing herself to focus on definitely not all the exciting possibilities of finding herself in the company of Damon and his no-less-sexy twin, Elena cleared her throat weakly, looking for a distraction.

Any distraction. Because she especially didn't want to acknowledge those – the even scarier, deeper, hidden feelings that her mind was desperately trying to cover with unabashed desire.

Elena felt like a veritable nesting doll of denial, yearning for any diversion from the tempest in her heart when – wait a minute…

And the perfect opportunity presented itself.

She balked when she finally realized that Damon was in the driver's seat – of her car! The nerve. And, as a bonus, she'd have a viable outlet for all this pent-up frustration that was definitely not her mind and body wanting to celebrate barely escaping a dangerous situation through copious amounts of –

Nope, not going there.

With the one she –

Nope, nope, nope. Danger zone. Avoid.

Focusing all that not-sexual, nope, and definitely not that, not-at-all tension into her tone, she leveled Damon with the most annoyed look she could muster as he started the ignition and pulled out of her 'parking spot' – her car haphazardly abandoned outside of the mansion while she ran inside for her impulsive rescue mission. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Getting us as far away from Dysfunction Junction as possible," he replied distractedly, pulling the car onto the road with a speed kindly described as leisurely tornado. "I think Mystic Falls' highway mall cops are the least of our problems now."

"I meant – why are you driving? It's my car."

"Because your very human equilibrium is probably a mess for now from being carried at 200 miles per hour, and I'm not exactly in the mood to become a humanoid pretzel when you wrap us around a tree," Damon said, turning a corner as the car steadily accelerated.

"Hey, it's a step up from 'avant-garde blood fountain,' right?" The slight upturn of Damon's lips created a worrisome flutter in her heart and Elena ardently fought to sober herself. "I'm fine."

"Okay." Both Damons looked at her dubiously, their voices so in sync that they vocally merged into one smug jackass, raising their right hands. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Four. Or, at least each of them was holding up two. Right. Looks like no sexy identical twin, then.

"You could have just run slower." She pouted. Her arms crossed over her chest of their own accord, as she waited for that terribly inconvenient dizziness to abate.

"Couldn't let you one-up me on the gallant rescue, now could I?"

She wanted to slap, no kiss – no, slap that smug look right off his unfairly handsome face. "So, you just wanted to play the snarky knight in snooty, haute-couture armor?"

Damon pulled an expression straight out of her great-aunt Myrtle's pearl-clutching collection. She'd have to ask him someday where he learned to look so theatrically offended. "I'm not a medieval cop, Elena! That's Stefan." He grinned. "I'm the guy who robs his fancy stagecoach."

Elena's lips curved into a smile, genuinely amused. "I'm sorry – I didn't mean to offend your … rebellious sensibilities."

"Well, you did. Because I'm more of a dashing rogue."

"Then again, I'm the one who saved you. So maybe I'm the dashing rogue," Elena replied cheekily, barely restraining herself from sticking her tongue out at him.

"You've got a ways to go from blood hustler to rogue. Lucky for you, I'm an excellent teacher." The sultry timbre was just unfair, and she knew that he knew exactly what he was doing. Jerk.

Time to call his bluff. "Oh yeah? And what exactly do these lessons entail?"

He smirked, leveling her with that 'eye thing' that had the frustrating side-effect of turning everything inside her to jelly. Thankfully, it was at that precise moment that Stefan decided to call, because Damon absolutely looked like he was about to go in for the kill, and a girl's innate sense of denial only went so far.

"Excellent timing as always, Stef," Damon drawled, looking every bit as frustrated as she felt. Good. That'll show him. "Don't tell me you took time away from sculpting your hair to check up. You're going to make me blush –"

"Where are you?" Baby bro sounded like he was prepping to film a commercial for Preparation H – not that this was out of the ordinary for him or anything.

"Taking a scenic joyride with my favorite dashing rogue padawan," Damon purred, sending a sultry wink over to Elena, mostly to watch her squirm against her own frustration, but also to watch that adorable blush coat her cheeks.

"Damon, this isn't the time!" Stefan sounded so wound-up and emotionally constipated that Damon could practically see the vein protruding on his already overcrowded forehead. Jealousy was not a good look for him, Damon thought, hilarious as it was.

"See, Stef, if you'd learn to diversify your nutrition a bit," Damon said. "Maybe if you ate the occasional hipster, you'd have more fiber in your diet, and –"

Elena took the opportunity to smack Damon on the shoulder, though this did absolutely nothing to hide the smile curving her lips as she tried to sound oh-so-serious. "What is it, Stefan?" She shot Damon a look that he was pretty sure she meant to appear exasperated and admonishing, but the subtle shake of her head and escaped hushed chuckle told an entirely different story. "What's wrong?"

"You both need to get somewhere safe."

"We're on our way back – " Elena began.

"No, it can't be here. They'll know to look for you here. Is there any place the two of you can lay low?"

"What's with all the gravitas and ominous warnings there, Cassandra? Care to vague it up a bit more?"

"Yeah, well, thanks to Elena sneaking away, Klaus apparently no longer trusts us to keep his blood bag safe, so he says he's taking her. And Rebekah wants to kill her. So don't ask me how that's going to work."

"Ooh, a Mikaelson hissy fit? What else is new?"

"You both need to disappear," Stefan stressed, sounding terse, like Paul Mitchell just declared bankruptcy and an everlasting love of natural hair. Klaus and Rebekah want to make an example out of you, Damon. According to them, Elena's little rescue mission humiliated them. It makes them look weak. They're on a rampage – especially since Finn is dead –"

"I don't understand," Elena interrupted. "I thought they were linked – wouldn't that have taken care of both Klaus and Rebekah?"

"Bonnie had to unlink them," Stefan said.

"Has Witchy completely lost it? Why would she do that?"

Stefan was quiet for a moment, and Damon could practically feel the tension coiling in Elena's form before he finally spoke. "Klaus threatened Jeremy. He knows he's in Denver, and he said –"

"Jeremy!?" Elena cried, gripping the seat so hard that she would have crushed it if she even had a fraction of a vampire's strength. "No, I have to go save him. I –"

"Bonnie and I will get him. You two just lay low. I mean it," Stefan said. "You're safer together." Damon could tell how annoyed Stefan was when he said that, and it was so satisfying.

"But – !"

"We're already at the airport. Bonnie's getting the tickets, Elena. He'll be safe. She won't let anything happen to him."

"He'll be fine, Elena," Damon said, his voice low enough that the gesture was meant exclusively for her, despite knowing that his brother's supernatural hearing would still catch it. "He's in good hands."

The abject terror and helplessness on Elena's face stole any joy he felt at Stefan's frustration, and Damon reached over to gingerly take her hand. She met his gaze immediately, her dark gaze shimmering in the early dusk as she bravely kept her tears from spilling down her cheeks.

"Okay," she whispered softly, her own hand squeezing Damon's in return. "I – thank you." Her lips were parted as though she wanted to say more, her eyes darting helplessly between Damon's who juggled watching the road and comforting the woman next to him. "I – I trust you."

"Great," Stefan replied, distracted by Bonnie calling him over to their gate. "We'll be in touch."

When the call ended, and suddenly, any façade of levity their earlier banter provided was shattered with the blow of Stefan's news. The Originals were unlinked and all their proclivity toward fighting over who gets to be the most dramatic person in any room seems to have put Damon and Elena at the center.

"Where will we go?" Elena asked, both hands now wrapped around his.

"I have a few ideas," Damon said, reaching his thumb to stroke her knuckles to soothe her. "But we'll have to lose our tails first."

She nodded mutely, somehow straddling a look both worried and resolved. It pulled at a part of him he'd long ago resigned to her, laughing at the once-naïve fool who genuinely believed he could keep his humanity locked up in her presence. Needing to see her smile again, to see hope return to her gaze, with the same urgency that he somehow still needed air despite being undead, he resorted to a tried-and-true method – one that seemed to work on her quite well.

"Aw, what's the matter, Pouty?" He teased, leaning over to softly purr in her ear. "Afraid you'll lose your hustler cred if blood your contraband isn't enough for an extended trip?"

"Eyes on the road!" She straightened, probably making some feeble attempt to hide her racing heartbeat, dilated pupils, and oh yeah, that tantalizing scent. Definitely worked. "Actually, get out of the driver's seat. I'm fine now." She declared, arms crossed over her chest to emphasize her point.

"Nope! First lesson in dashing rogue lore," Damon said importantly. "Creating false trails for annoying supernatural clingers."

"Hmm." Elena frowned theatrically, tapping her chin. "Does that come before or after swimming in enough bourbon to power a pirate ship?"

He grinned. There she is. "Obviously, you need both, Elena. You're lucky I offered to teach you, because you clearly have a lot to learn."

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Do you have the Libby library app?

If not, download it to your phone, and under "Add library card" select the button to search for a library and start typing in "queer"...

Sign up with an email, no actual address required, and you are good to go 🏳️‍🌈

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“This is our time. It’s never been right before, and it’s right now.”

DAMON SALVATORE and ELENA GILBERT  in The Vampire Diaries season 4, episode 8

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For any relocated TikTok users

you can say sex and kill its fine

If you don't have a profile picture people will assume you're a bot

theres barely an algorithm, if you want to see cool shit reblog things instead of just liking them

follower count doesnt matter

tumblr fame gets you one thing and it is Yelled At

no one knows what the fuck the nsfw policy is

block anyone that annoys you even a little bit

And most importantly:

post cringe

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Out of all sexual positions to try I'm most curious about feeling loved and wanted tbh

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Could you maybe reblog this post if you think respecting trans peoples' names and identities is a basic right and not a political opinion?

No pressure. Just seeking some validation of my sentiment. Due to some. people