#I am 100% using this in a fic

[moritashie]

We've all heard abour Peter jokingly/sarcastically calling Tony out on his dad like behavior by something along the lines of:

"Sure, Dad."

But hear me out; Bio-Peter calling Tony per "Mr. Stark" whenever the man does something overly business-y.

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[ygodmyy20]

Let. Me. OUT.

[paradisepoisoned]

Last dumb sketch for now I promise. I'm just in mourning that I'll never be able to afford a ball jointed doll and this is the only way I know how to cope.🐰🪓🫖

[generic-sonic-fan]

Ivo strung the data cable over to the diagnostic table and patted the table surface.

“Up you go!”

Metal Sonic flicked his irises toward Sage. Sage responded by glancing to the diagnostic table.

“Sage, make your communications external. And tell me what he’s responding with, too, would you?”

“Yes Father. Brother is expressing trepidation at the thought of being erased.”

“I’m not erasing him. You don’t doubt my word, do you?”

Sage shook her head. “Of course not.”

Metal Sonic simply stared. 

“Do you?” Ivo repeated to him.

He shook his head. 

“Then get up here.”

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Chapter 2 is up! I sure do love giving robots panic attacks.

[tivainacaskett]

WAIT DOES THIS MEAN NEW FICS (please tell me the NCIS fandom has moved to AO3)

[geddy-leesbian]

nothing huge that makes a reread a must but I made some minor edits to oh my god…

most importantly Leon doesn't put his crop top back on after having sex at the party so Luis stares at his tits

a shitpost visualization:

[queerofthedagger]

every day the tolkien brainrot gets only worse and this is both entirely unsurprising considering who i am as a person and also leaving my face in a permanent rendition of the shocked pikachu with some disgruntlement mixed in and I just . am so so so so scared of the way this is continuing to take over my life. the last time this happened on this scale i ended up with 90 and counting fics on ao3 with no sign of stopping. i cannot have two of these kinds of brainrots and cling to whatever shreds of my sanity i have left someone please just put me down already

[prince-peachie]

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[the-obnoxious-sibling]

reigen spin-off thoughts, pt 1: so how’s serizawa doing after a few more months on the job?

serizawa: still not great with nonviolent confrontation!

tome describes him to her friends as “lacking self-confidence” (reigen, on the other hand, has a “shady vibe”), and while my gut feeling says this is partly a problem of contrast (being surrounded by people who seem to have The Most Self-Confidence), he’s definitely got times and places where he’s still a bit shaky.

but that’s fine, that’s not the role he wants or needs to play! he takes care of the exorcisms, reigen takes care of the people. i think he and reigen would both agree that the human element is by far the more intimidating—and dangerous—of the two.

[landfilloftrash]

earlier beliefs had the butterfly symbolizing a departed soul

I figure him and his beloved’s soul might have had a few instances like this

[wandaxpietro]

everything goes so slow for pietro i am 100% convinced he's incredibly terminally online to get his dopamine hits. he's so active on twitter people are worried about him. he keeps getting suspended bcuz he keeps sending people death threats and doxxing them and then has to call tony up so he can pay to get his accound back. he shows up in front of houses of people he beefs with. he fights with teenagers online all day. the official avengers twitter account has him blocked.

[kenobster]

I agree that Anakin is, at the very least, a little fucked up... but I do not agree that he feels no remorse. Dude murders an entire village but he can't even say "I slaughtered them like animals!!!!" without sobbing like a baby about it lmao

[essektheylyss]

YESSS COLORED LEYLINES, FUCK YEAHHHH

[justplainsalty]

How Soon is Now? 🌻

Me, wading through the angst muck like a pig in shit ☝️. I would not make this a song fic but it would be multichap and every chapter would have an epigraph with a section of lyrics.

[Insert footage of me deleting and rewriting this several times.] TIME FOR BULLET POINTS.

Tess falls pregnant in September.

Unfortunately, she does not realize this until early December. She had assumed she was pre-menopausal, and food has been scarce. She's happy to not have periods.

She and Joel have been busy, busy prepping for winter, doing as many runs as possible, stashing food away so they can survive until spring.

[More under the jump.]

She has an IUD. Had an IUD. It was due to expire anyway, but turns out it fell out sometime during her last two extremely hellish periods, when she'd been stuck shivering and groaning over the toilet for hours. (Thank god those only happen a few times a year.) She figures it all out when her breasts are tender and she can't feel the strings anymore.

Unfortunately part II, FEDRA requires pregnancies be registered, and bans abortions for people who fall pregnant from August through November. They have to keep up enough population to feed their supply chain, and the summer months are when resources are most plentiful for supporting births and families newborns.

Tess will have an abortion, one way or another. She refuses to be pregnant, refuses to go through that misery again, especially at her age, refuses to put their work on pause and leave Joel without a partner, refuses to risk death during the delivery process, refuses to bring a child into this fucking hellscape world.

She doesn't tell Joel any of this. She'll figure it out on her own, as soon as possible; he doesn't need the weight of this burden on his shoulders. And maybe, a part of her doesn't want to face what it would do their relationship. She doesn't know what the consequences will be, but she knows they'll show up if she doesn't act fast, and there will be a reckoning.

She starts taking more risks during their runs, and during their daily life -- drinking more, going out without Joel more, taking the more physically demanding route around and outside the QZ, provoking the people in the slums known to be happy to swing a fist at anyone so she can put herself in that path. She won't go to one of the dirty back-alley butchers with unsterilized tools. She'll figure this out on her own. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

Joel calls her out on it one day, and it's the knock-down drag-out fight of a lifetime. He gets her backed into a figurative corner. And the truth comes out.

Joel turns white and storms out. Tess gives him a minute, and then snatches up a bottle of moonshine that was for trade and storms out in the opposite direction. She won't wait at home for him to slink back, shitfaced and having whatever reaction he's going to have. She's glad Tommy is gone, if he was still here, Joel would be tempted to tell his brother.

She stays out as late as possible, going nowhere in particular, just stalking their usual paths around the QZ, ducking the checkpoints. It's so much harder without Joel, she'd forgotten.

By the time she gets back, she's hammered. She lies down on the cold, refreshing, disgusting tile of their bathroom and hopes, just this once, not to wake up in the morning. Her arm and the tile beneath her are wet. She's not crying, is she?

Joel is back the next morning. They're both hungover, so prickly with each other. It's not forgiven, and it's not forgotten. Even if they somehow seem to be in consensus that this pregnancy is bad and should be terminated, Joel's reasons feel so much more personal. He never wanted to be a father again. He doesn't blame her for getting pregnant, but he blames her for not telling him until whatever date it is, late December or early January. She doesn't understand why it's the case, but somehow, for him, that's worse. And he blames her for the foolhardy way she's been acting. And probably, on some level, the anger is probably covering up for his fear, so it's particularly vicious. It's hard not to take it to heart. He's angry at her. She starts to withdraw, to lash out. To assume everything from him is said and done backhandedly.

They don't patch it up. It's approaching February. Tess is probably close to five months along. Her body is changing; it remembers her last pregnancy from a lifetime ago, when her son was born, and is trucking along fast enough that she's looking quite far into the pregnancy. She hates every single day. Time is running out for her, for them.

As with everything in their lives, the best luck and the worst luck seem to collide and happen at the same moment:

Someone she crossed has snitched. One of their regular FEDRA clients warns them that FEDRA is coming to pick her up, now, tonight, to put her in custody until she can be screened by an OB/GYN, and possibly to be kept in "protective custody" until her little parasite is born.

They're out at a drop. Someone has changed their mind, doesn't like the terms. Ammo has been scarce this far from FEDRA patrols, so no one has guns.

Someone comes barreling at Tess. Normally Joel would step in front. He meets her eyes, looking sick, and steps aside, faking a stumble.

He lets them hold him back, sagging in their grip. His eyes and face are dead. He has gone away somewhere else.

She wakes up in FEDRA custody. She hurts all over. That fucker was thorough.

There's a doctor, comes in with a clipboard and a falsely sympathetic expression. No heartbeat. Sick relief warring with strange and unwelcome shame. Not for what she'd done, but for the how. For the expression she'd seen on Joel's face. For the fact that she'd put too much stock in blissful ignorance and gotten pregnant in the first place.

The FEDRA fuck can't keep her mouth shut:

Her fetus, their child. It was a boy.

A son, an heir, of their nebulous and unstable empire, of things that could be snatched away at a moment's notice, of nothing in particular.

Send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it!

[tricornonthecob]

So while waiting on a render I did some silly research for this ding-dang fic tracing roads and potential locations and

Is that...

*squints eyes*

...is that Piss Pott Island????

Is that real? Is anything real.

It is in fact real, and it currently stands at 4.9 out of 5 stars on google reviews.

these are the first two photos of piss pot island in google.

Bonus: How are the lands out by Wappocomo river?

They're fine.