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a thought

for the tree of voices. yk how na'vi go there to do the do and become mates?

if there's more than one pairing on the same day do they like wait or form a queue or something or....

cos i'm genuinely confused now. tbh if i saw another couple that I knew at the tree i'd never speak to them again personally

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fic series link!!!

feed, my children, it's going to be okay, they cant hurt you *patpat*

(my a03 series on starmora. TWs and ratings for each on the works.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4520692

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im both english and welsh and i can confirm

anyways CYMRUUUUU RAHHHHHH

bastard sounds great in an irish accent. if an irish person calls you a 'daft bastard' it just feels right

the welsh have the monopoly on things ending in hell. fuckin hell and bloody hell hit different in a welsh accent. its like music to my ears

the scots have piss and shite for sure. "its pishin it doon out there" "this is a load of shite" absolute poetry

if i may speak for the english i think we do penis related words very well. dickhead, knobhead, bellend, etc.

and for all the shit we give them, you gotta admit that no one can deliver a 'goddamn' quite like an american. theres a certain weight to it that you just cant achieve in other accents. when an american says goddamn you know shit just got real

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i haveeee but i suck at it???? no ill post photos later

The secret wish is to write a fanfic that someone loves so much they make fan art of it, or to create a drawing that someone creates an entire fic based off of it.

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i'm so so happy bruh the euphoria of coming across someone who shares your interests AND ficwrites AND posts on tumblr just

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When you get a notification of a work gifted to you on Ao3.

It's a GotG fic, y'all can see it here:

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great minds think alike. I too need a serial killer in my life

JUST WATCHED JOSH GROBAN AND ANNALEIGH ASHFORDS SWEENEY TODD..............

ASILSKTDHJROTLKSEHSOTIJGFDHZSJLRET;HDFKODL;ZRSHTGDKFL;ZRDGHFDKLZSR;TGHDFKLZ;SKRHGDKLJFF

OARSTGDFODHGJSTGOPFDJKSKLRJFSJFOGOGOGOGFNHFC

GOD ok. im very normal about it all. very normal about josh groban's voice. AND HOW HE LOOKED.

IN A LITTLE PRIEST WHEN HE DANCED WITH MRS LOVETT, PUSHING HER FORWARD. USHGAHSIORAKEHTEWKRGLDSRTDSR

shes so me.... i love her sm omg

hah.gsg... guys i consume media normally. i totally dont need josh groban's sweeney todd carnally.

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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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I love you guys! And I don't even know you! :D

me filing the adoption papers

i get so happy when people that are new to fanfic writing, or just writing in general, post their work on ao3. despite their doubts, despite their fear of something so personal and vulnerable being perceived, they still press that button, and i turn into the equivalent to a proud mom cheering on the sidelines. like yes! you did that! your work is worth seeing! you deserve to share your passion for and be part of a community! i’m so proud of you!

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Thank you @marthalmary and everyone who got me to 50 reblogs!

that shits crazy!!! thank you guys!

theory for the dragon prince future

Spoilers for season 7! More below the cut :D

So the end of season 7 told us that Aravos would return in 7 years, right?

Now this is purely me being a fanfiction consumer, but I have an inkling that Rayla and Callum might be more settled in and oh my god now that i think about it WILL WE GET LIKE AN AVATAR 2 SITUATION??? Kill me.

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theory for the dragon prince future

Spoilers for season 7! More below the cut :D

So the end of season 7 told us that Aravos would return in 7 years, right?

Now this is purely me being a fanfiction consumer, but I have an inkling that Rayla and Callum might be more settled in and oh my god now that i think about it WILL WE GET LIKE AN AVATAR 2 SITUATION??? Kill me.

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*While the Guardians are in a battle*

Gamora, trying to warn about the location of an enemy: To the left!

Peter: Take it back now y'all!

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reading guardians of the galaxy: original son (the comic) that I borrowed from the library

me to peter quill post that whole cancer dimension thing:

...where your clothes at

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THE GOOD COP- MUMMY AUS (partly unfinished, not really my idea)

1- library scene

TJ wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, his gaze skidding over the ‘O’ section marked with a small flap of paper, before pulling back at the unexpected sight of a hefty parchment that bears (as far as he can see without his glasses), the letter ‘T’ on its spine. 

Easing the book out carefully, he blinks once, twice, until his vision clears a fair amount, still taking notice of the terrifyingly high up situation the ladder he’s on has created.

“Tuthmosis…that’s not right…how does someone mix up these texts when they’re out of reach for a normal person?” He groans, stretching across the aisle, reaching for its polished wood— and the ladder splinters.

The young man lets out a panicked yelp as he loses his footing, and his palms meet the surface of the tall bookcase.

Is he safe?

Apparently not. He thinks as the structure topples noisily, knocking over almost every other one in a domino effect.

2- prison scene + that one goofy ahh kiss scene

The group is ushered into the visitors’ pen, and across from where TJ and his father are standing with the guide, two guards burst out, holding down a woman with effort.

“They said she was just looking…for a good time.” the guide states, vexed.

The girl looked as if she had been there for a long time, with matted, waist-length hair framing a dirt-coated face filled with anger.

The chains holding her clanked against the metal of the bars as she shook them, and TJ catches her glare cautiously, ducking his head in a hissed whisper.

“I’m sorry, you’re telling me that she knows the location of–”

Tony flips the key over in his hands repeatedly, looking around excitedly at the nearby vendors, before TJ cuffs him around the head frustratedly as a bid to stay focused.

“Hey, this is a very valuable person, son. Don’t you go messing it up again,” TJ’s father protests as the woman tilts her head, looking downright murderous, aside from the valiant smirk on her face. She speaks finally, gesturing to TJ himself with a carefree flick of her bandaged wrists.

“So, who’s the princess?” She states, as if asking a genuine question.

“E-excuse me?” He splutters, his eyes wide, and he steps back, affronted.

Tony wilts a little, his attempt at stepping in front of his son protectively failing right in front of him.

As this happens, the warden of the prison fans his face, muttering something like I’ll be back soon, and the chatter of the stalls around them fades quickly as TJ turns around, tugging the key from his father’s grip stubbornly, holding it up for the prisoner to see.

The woman’s eyes flash for a split second, then disappear behind locks of dark brown hair.

“We’ve…we’ve found your puzzle object. Could you tell us more about it?” TJ asks, curiously stepping forward.

She shakes her head.

“But-” he pleads, a little more beggar-like than he cares to admit.

“No.” She steels herself. “No. You want to know about Hamunaptra.”

 “How-” TJ blanches, and leans down a little more, for his voice not to be heard above the hustle of the streets. “How do you know this–this box is from-”

“I know, because I was there.” She interrupts him, her tone agitated. “You happy?”

His father narrows his eyes, shoving past TJ to rudely (but fairly innocently) point out.

“How do we know you’re not telling us a lie?” He questions, before the woman squints vaguely at him, a sparkle of something playing in her eyes.

“Hey…Don’t I know you? You seem really familiar, old man.” She feigns deep thought, and TJ is thinking of giving his father a warning, when her fist darts out from the bars, striking Tony square in the jaw. He hits the dusty ground, out cold. TJ’s eyes flicker over to his father’s figure, letting out an unsurprised snort as the guards rush over, clubbing the prisoner over the head.

She tosses her head like an enraged bull, a disgruntled look on her face as she stares back at the guards with hate in her eyes.

“Hold on…you were at–actually at Hamunaptra?” He hisses out, keeping his voice low.

She diverts her attention back to him, her voice saccharine sweet.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did. Really,”

“Can you tell me everything?”

“Like how to get there?”

“That would be amazing, I mean-”

She flutters the back of her hand at him in a ‘come here’ motion.

TJ steps closer at her beckon, smiling to himself as he goes over his father, wary but willing to humor her just this once.

Once the distance between him and the woman is far more than a comfortable distance, about a nose-length residing between them, she cups her hand up to the side of her mouth as if to whisper a secret.

Instead, she moved her hand to his chin, as fast as a lightning-strike, tilting it slightly in her grasp as she presses her lips fiercely to his.

It ends as quick as it began, and she releases him, shoving him away. 

“Then get me the hell out of here!”

hehe @silentxsymphony bet you're gonna freak out, this is this best thing i've written in months, (no scratch that years)

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that shirt

Cora looked over at Ryan's iPad screen from across the desk where she'd pulled up her chair.

Ryan cleared his throat. "Um, the witness saw two people leaving from the building 5 minutes after the alarm was pulled, write that down..." She reached over for one of the scrawled-on notepads occupying Ryan's desk, sighing.

"Sorry, I've really got to clean up my space." He finished lamely, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Cora rolled her eyes as she scrawled down the information, thinking about how exhausted she was, and if her pounding head would allow her to finish the work they'd gotten done today.

"Don't worry about it," She shrugged, passing the paper to him. "Hey, you mind if I get a drink?" Cora stood up, brushing a few stray fronds of her hair back into her ponytail, not waiting for an answer. It just wasn't that kind of day.

There was a water cooler over near the door out of the squad room, and she made a beeline for it, separating the stack of paper cups from each other absentmindedly once she got to it.

A 'ding' from the elevator sounded, and Cora glanced up from the switches that operated the machine, catching sight of a familiar face.

TJ.

She waved, cup still in hand as he saw her as well, smiling to herself like some joke she'd heard over one of Richie Knight's programs.

Of course, not anymore, since the bastard was (hopefully) still behind bars, like he deserved. She decided to not think about how she'd been wrong that time, or like always.

"Caruso," She forced her feelings to the back of her mind as she acknowledged him, holding the door for TJ.

He nodded back, a small smile pulling the corner of his lips upward. He was smiling.

"...I like your shirt." He stammered, and Cora's eyebrows magically raised as far as they could go, causing her to nearly drop the stack of cups.

"Oh." She stopped dead, fidgeting with said shirt, where there was a loose string on the hem.

It was one of her good shirts, she supposed. It was dark red and had a V-neck shape-- and she'd probably worn it around some other time past.

"Thank you." Cora almost blushed, and she looked back at him with an unerasable smile on her face- the goofy looking kind.

"You just made my day, Squeaky," She lightly punched him in the shoulder, setting down a singular paper cup in the fill-space of the water cooler, switching the little lever and waiting as it finished.

He instantly scrunched his nose, frowning but not quite, and when she walked away, glancing back, he was still there.

Cora sat back down, propping her boots up on Ryan's desk. Ryan brightened.

"What are you smiling about?" He asked, pausing his typing. She coughed, still grinning like an idiot.

"Oh, nothing."

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Post- Top Gun Maverick Fic- Meeting Back Up

this fic was labelled in my docs as 'dagger shenanigans' so do with that whatever???

enjoy :D

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“You’re not gonna post that.”

“I am–I’m gonna post it, Roo,”

“You’re posting it?”

Swish.

Nat clicked the send button, and she looked back up at Rooster across from her, who caught her grin with a flat stare, and she folded over in giggles at his impossibly solemn expression like your average toddler would.

“Wow.” He faked a gusty sigh, lips pursing. “Typical Phoenix.”

“Sorry.” She managed before laughing again, tucking a stray hair back behind her ears, taking a swig from the beer in her other hand.

“I want to say I hate you, but you wouldn’t take that shit seriously.” He replied mid-smirk, possibly doing the best face-palm she’d ever seen a mid-30s manwhore with ridiculously toned muscles in a vibrant Hawaiian-style overshirt do.

Not that there were many others that fit that description.

“I like how we can just haul ass over here after a long day thanks to Penny and her magic friend bonus.” Natasha admitted, setting her phone face-down on the fuzzy green of the old pool table.

“Same.” Rooster answered, chuckling. “Hey, you up for a round of darts, Nat? Winner pays for everything.” He leaned into the polished wood of the seat behind him.

“Sure thing. Hope you like losing.” She shot back, picking up two empty beer bottles in each hand and placing them on the front bar counter, where Penny looked up from her notebook, smiled, and hooked out a small container with her feet from under the desk.

“Thanks, Penny.” Nat called over her shoulder with a wink as she strolled back to the dart board, giving Rooster a playful slap on the ass as she passed the pool table. “You coming, or have I won already?”

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Bob turned out of the highway cautiously, his hands trembling. Usually it was just him in his car, but he’d agreed to give Halo a ride to The Hard Deck, and he’d ended up falling short of words.

“So, um…” He fumbled as Callie looked up from her phone, her brows knitting together a little, a question forming on her parted mouth.

“How’s it going with, uh–with Phoenix? Are you guys still close?” 

Her eyes caught the light as she caught on with a small “ah”, and she broke into a smile as she twisted to put her phone in her pocket. 

“We could be closer, it’s just after the mission, she’s been hanging out a lot more with Rooster. My fault really, I’ve been caught up in my own shit I didn’t even stop to think of Nat.”

Bob nodded a little. “I know how you feel. I miss her being up front. When I got shipped up to Nevada to train more on the F-16s, it just wasn’t the same, flying without her. Without everybody.”

“Aviators that blow chunks together, stay together.” Callie rolled her eyes, looking out of the window at the paling sky. “How far away are we again?”

“See that big sign that says “The Hard Deck, 5km” a few blocks down?” He faked an intrigued expression, grinning as he saw her eyes crinkle with her wide smile.

“Right, right.” She laughed.

“I can’t wait to see everyone again…” She mused, resting her head back on the car headrest.

“Yeah…”

“Me too.”

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“Payback, I won’t ask again, get your ass out of my bunk or else!” Hangman snapped, his expression borderline murderous.

“We’re not going to vandalise your bunk, shitbag.” Fanboy dangled his long arms over the small railing, fixing his dark brown stare on the offending blonde. “Cool it.”

��Uh, what he said,” a distracted-sounding Payback answered from his phone, chewing on his lip as he sat cross-legged next to Fanboy on the bunk.

Hangman exhaled through his teeth, muttering something about shaving as he walked away.

Fanboy chuckled to himself, turning his head to face the fourth person in their shared flat as they shut the wooden sliding door behind them.

“Yo, Coyote, are you going to the Hard Deck tonight?” Fanboy inquired, still half hanging out of the top bunk. Coyote looked up at him, and was about to answer, when-

“Holy fuck- Rooster’s got a massive glittery di—“ Payback choked out, jaw on the floor as he practically cried with laughter, Fanboy and Coyote scrambling to see with matching expressions on their faces.

“What the…shit, what do I even say??” Coyote looked on in horror.

“Say bad bitch energy, he’s sure rocking that Easter Bunny With A Giant Sex Toy look,” Fanboy wiped his eyes with a loud sound of joy that wasn’t quite laughter. He turned around and reclined on the bunk, tucking back his curls into a simple green hair elastic. 

“Why the Easter Bunny, of all the famous figures?” Coyote almost cried, so much so that Hangman poked his head around the short threshold with shaving foam all over his lower face. 

“W’assat?”

Payback turned the screen away, a sly smile on his face. He was definitely up to something.

“Come see, Hangman.” He urged, not ignoring the alarmed look that Coyote shared with the blonde.

Jake hesitated. 

“...If that picture involves anyone in particular, I’m going to get myself shipped back to Lemoore and fucking Star Wars Canyon myself.” He threw his hands up and his head retreated back into the small ensuite. “Let me finish shaving first.”

Fanboy glanced up to Payback with a should I film this? look. Payback, eyes narrowed, responded with be nice, even though it’s Hangman.

“You guys have mind reading or something.” Coyote remarked as he put his boots on. “I’m going now,” He called, most likely as well to Hangman, who answered with a mildly concerned yell from the other side of the sliding door.

“Wait, shit, everyone?” Payback did a double take, grinning. Fanboy said less, nabbing his friend’s car keys from under his mattress, scooting past them.

“Well, I guess we’re going to the Hard Deck,” Coyote rolled his eyes, getting out of his seat.

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Good Cop Fic Ideas I Had 1

For future reference (or if you wanna take ideas, thats good! just maybe credit me I don't know)

A re-do of the department's snow resort event like in episode 7 except someone actually helps TJ to ski (the poor little man)

Burl's retirement date arrives and the whole force has a giant like a GIANT party for the dude :D

Big Tony screws something up (and more news at ten)

(IDEA FROM @merryfeastingcrank) Cora's cat Freeloader (aka one of TJ's favourite things) (besides from Cora) (ahem ahem)

Transmasc! Ryan because it just feels like it makes sense (im so sorry if this offends someone idk)

post-appendix removal (it's weak but what else can I do)

TJ and Cora being obliviously in love and the entire department losing their minds over it

PART 2 COMING YES SIR YOU HEARD ME

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sometimes I open tumblr and see one of my own posts

and then i'm like;

"I POSTED THAT????"