#I will probably write this fyi

[infinitehyperfixations]

I think almost everyone has collectively agreed that Miguel O’Hara is an ass man and because of that just imagine how he would react seeing (Y/N) in those tiktok leggings that make your ass look like it’s double cheeked up on a Thursday afternoon.

He would absolutely lose his fucking mind

[comradekatara]

katara’s role as the show’s narrator is so underrated because no one really seems to understand just how deeply katara is impacted by the nature of stories, with regards to their craft, their promulgation, and their cultural significance, so they don’t truly register the sheer metatextual brilliance of having her be the resident storyteller of the narrative itself.

the first thing atla establishes about katara is that she is someone who is fueled by dreams and fantasies, and believes in a return to a world where “all four nations lived together in harmony” (which is obviously an illusory ideal, as there was always geopolitical strife even if it wasn’t as overt as the devastating imperialist project they are now subject to), described to her by kanna’s stories about the old days.

katara is someone who indulges in fantasies of adventure and heroism, projecting these ideals onto both herself and others. she is an idealist in the truest, purest sense of the word, and what is an idealist if not someone who tells themselves stories about a more beautiful world to survive?

it’s no coincidence that the episode where katara successfully scares everyone with a very compellingly narrated campfire story is the same episode that she must contend with her heritage, the ominous lacunae in her stories, the pitfalls of her own naive idealization. it’s also not a coincidence that the story she tells was first told to her by her mother.

katara grew up hearing stories passed down to her from kanna and kya, and those stories gave her hope and brought her the possibility of happiness in a bleak, cruel world where she was ultimately alone. there used to be people like her, said the stories, and they were brave, and they fought til their final breaths to hold onto their culture, their love for their people, their humanity.

well that’s who i’m going to be, says katara. someone who fights, someone who cannot be knocked down (because there is no one else left to take her place), someone who will never cease to have faith in the capacity of others for good, for truth, and for justice.

stories are her heritage, they are her culture, they are how she defines herself and how she understands the world around her. stories are how she copes, how she survives; they are all she has left to cling to. and sometimes they are reductive, and sometimes they are outright false, but that’s okay too. she grows, she adjusts her narratives, she learns to leave room for more grey in her neat tapestries of black and white. stories can define a tragic past, but they can also pave the way for a better future. she keeps telling stories.

[coquelicoq]

what i like especially about the pronouns in the goblin emperor is that this language doesn't just have the T-V distinction (aka informal vs. formal second-person pronouns, in this case 'thou' vs. 'you'), it also has informal and formal first-person pronouns. having BOTH of these distinctions in the same language lets you fine-tune your tone by mixing and matching. with only one axis of formality, when you use informal pronouns, are you being familiar in an intimate way, or in an insolent or dismissive way? when you use formal pronouns, are you being polite or standoffish? you can't tell just from the pronouns; there's ambiguity. but a language where you can use a formal first-person pronoun in the same sentence as an informal second-person pronoun allows you to distance yourself (via the formal first) while also being familiar (via the informal second), thereby achieving the conversational tenor known to linguists as Fuck Thee Specifically.

[stuckinapril]

Like this post if u would be interested in me sharing my goodreads ??

[gardener-of-vengeance]

Inspired by Dethalbum IV - Gardener of Vengeance

Something quick for day 9 of Kloktober! Just Nathan enjoying the sights and sounds of gardening, in the least brutal way possible.

This was an effort from both mods Dragon, and Fish who drew a little piece for the prompt, enjoy!

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Being dragged outside, on a horribly beautiful day, was not on Nathan’s schedule. Gloves were handed out by a groundskeeper klokateer, and from their own gloved hands came a quick flash of an ‘I’m watching you’ look to every member of the band.

There’s no way they’re getting out of this without someone pissing in a bush at least once.

It had started easily enough, everyone had ooohhhed and ahhhhhed at bone meal, then out came blood meal, Nathan itched to reach for his notebook to scribble down putting bodies in the dirt, something something plants devouring them all, Pickles would know what he meant.

Instead of lyrics and melodies, he was given a barrel of sharp bushes, and a bunch of empty dirt in front of him with holes already dug. Groaning, he grabbed one of the bushes without looking and flung it across the grounds when it sunk barbs into his hand, hitting another random klokateer, making them absolutely beef it into a pile of manure.

“Whoops.” Acting casual, Nathan let his eyes drift over to the rest of his band. Toki was happily digging his small shovel into the dirt to put? Balls? In them, Skwisgaar is digging holes in the opposite direction, they’re going to hit each other at this rate and Nathan rolls his eyes. It’s Charles' responsibility this time, no way is Nathan stepping in, and Pickles is tapped out somewhere in the greenhouses. Murderface is, uh.

Nathan blinks, hard, making sure he was seeing this right.

Murderface was mashing up plants in a bucket, grabbing anything in sight and stuffing it in while he stirred another small plastic shovel in the bucket. Instinct has Nathan looking over to stare disbelieving at Pickles, and when he didn’t find his drummer he grumbled, glaring back at the wheel barrel of plants.

Looking back just in time to witness Toki and Skwisgaar collide, Nathan could only sigh, deep and regretful, finally kneeling into the hardest dirt he’s ever felt. Scowling, he hacked at the dirt a little, just flinging shit everywhere until he had a divot approved by the groundskeeper.

Toki and Skwisgaar were yelling now, there was a dull thunk and a yelp from Skwisgaar as Toki loudly exclaimed “Whoopsie! Must have been the winds.”

Ignoring the sounds of dramatic violence, Nathan sunk his hands into the soft dirt and roots of hands down one of the most brutal bushes he’s ever seen, flowers dark red and gnarly looking sprouted from the top, killer thorns covered each branch from the flowers down to nearly the roots, the gloves he wore barely kept them back-

Son of a bitch that’s the fourth time he’s been stabbed. “This fucking sucks, these plants are bullshit, why are we doing this again?” Stupid Thorny Crowns or whatever they were called. Pickles cackled, appearing out of nowhere, lounging in the shade of the greenhouse and smoking one of the loudest blunts Nathan has ever smelled. Definitely from their personal collection, the bastard probably had someone hand deliver it to him.

From across the grounds Charles spoke firmly over squabbling from their guitarists, they were rolling in the dirt and pulling hair now. “Because your Therapist said so Nathan, and uh, we’re keeping your best interests in mind.”

Snarling he scooped the plant this time, turning back to the dirt and grumbling. Has the therapy helped with the panic attacks, and nightmares, and constant anxiety? Sure, he has no goddamn clue what this was going to accomplish.

Pickles had slid closer while Nathan was grouching, flopped on the ground face first, rolled over and sighed, running his hands through the grass with his eyes closed.

Glaring over at his drummer he shoved another shrub into the ground, barely shoving dirt around the plant before moving over a little, grumbling when his knees cracked loudly. Pickles blearily looked over at Nathan, before his eyes slid away to the distracting sounds of Charles breaking up a fight, and scolding Murderface for whatever the hell he was doing.

Finally tucking in the last damn bush and carefully pushing soft dirt around the base after the Groundskeeper glared at him, Nathan stood, throwing the gloves wherever the fuck. he ambles his way over to Pickles. Flopping down next to him and staring into the sky, lyrics swimming in his brain about being brutally ripped apart by thorns.

From the sound of things Charles has given up breaking apart their guitarists, and instead is focusing on medical attention for Murderface. Whatever, it was their therapists idea anyways. He prefers hanging out without so much dirt thanks. He could feel the way dirt clung to his arms and his fresh nail polish was absolutely chipped, bullshit.

Feeling a nudge from Pickles, Nathan looked over long enough for him to exhale a cloud of smoke between them. Nathan could feel his scowl getting deeper, not because of the blast of smoke but because of Pickles nasty breath.

Giving him a shit-eating grin, Pickles offered the unlit end of the joint to Nathan. Never losing the scowl he plucked it from Pickle's hand and took his own deep breath, relishing the burn and letting the breath linger in his lungs. Pickles had already taken the joint back before Nathan could complain. How he was coherent enough to continue taking hits Nathan had no idea.

Looking up into the clouds of Mourdhouse, Nathan let all of the sounds fade in the background, even the throbbing in his hands took a backseat as he let himself get lost in brutal lyrics of someone being thrown into a plant made of knives.

[panicatthetwentyonechemicalboys]

(Poem inspired by your ao3 series)

Truce

The sting of tears are laced with blood,

grab at the years, feel you’re old enough,

Wind chimes cut through the quiet,

The breath of the air reminds of the life of the world.

I am a part of that life,

I can get through alright.

-Ippyhaj

OHHHH MY GODDDDDDD. IM IN LOVE. (seriously permission to add this into the story bc holy shit)

[howdyboh]

let no one put their hands on cain

[stobinesque]

The Nation has spoken!

I owe ONE HUNDRED TWENTY THREE SENTENCES to this fic that is currently just an outline, but it's been puttering in the back of my head for weeks now and I'm so excited to dig my teeth into. Watch this space for an actual snippet!

[fox-bee926]

I am trying so hard to be patient with the fanfic writers for The Sandman

[niccage]

Hello beautifuls

[mejomonster]

Well, I wrote 9k words today! And with that I am bringing up that I finally put up my Weilan Guardian Post Canon Fix It Romantic Fluff fic where Shen Wei and Ye Zun reincarnate, Zhao Yunlan’s become an immortal, Shen Wei becomes a professor and colleague of Zhao Yunlan, and Ye Zun starts orchestrating increasingly desperate meet-cutes in an attempt to help his brother’s love life! Along the way, Da Qing thinks Ye Zun is trying to hurt Zhao Yunlan and interferes creating his own unintended meet-cutes, and accidentally dragging Ye Zun into the mystery that is Zhao Yunlan’s full identity and the twin’s connection to it.

Here is the link to the fic Next Life on ao3.

[lunar-years]

hello friends!! popping in with a little Tinsel update for those who care: as is typical for me, whatever length I originally told you to expect for it, you can add at least 2k words to that, and whatever date I told you I was *almost certainly* going to have it done and published on, you can add at least 2 days to that estimate(lol oops).

BUT. I have FINISHED writing it (and it is currently sitting at a pretty 14k word count), I am overall really pleased with it, and I am going to limit myself to a QUICK edit in hopes of getting it out for you all while it's still Christmas.

That said, I have my family christmas eve party at 5 p.m., it is 2 p.m. now and I have still to get ready sooo...I am realistically certain it is not going to go up until late tonight at the earliest. I am hoping to do a little read-over, fix any glaring issues, and get it up on ao3 when I get home. But if the hour is too late or I have too much eggnog (💁‍♀️), I will try to get it up before Christmas dinner tomorrow. And if all else fails, I've got Boxing Day off work and it will DEFINITELY be up by then. Hopefully it will be worth the wait and until then, Merry Christmas everyone!!

[saeraas]

saw this in a vs thread and I wanted to see how ppl here thought about it

[hardygalwrites]

Originally posted to FFN on the 3rd of July, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 46 (BB) – Week 48 (BB) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)

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The Return of MECH

The sound of radio chatter crackled through the woods. Bumblebee froze, before hiding as much as he could among the trees. More chatter sounded not too far away, and Bumblebee took a peek.

He had to hold back a gasp.

His perp was there, unconscious and surrounded by a group of heavily armed, disturbingly familiar humans. The dark uniforms, the advanced weaponry, the military training...

'Scrap, scrap, scrap...!' Bumblebee pulled back as quickly and quietly as he could. 'What're they doing here? I thought they were gone after Silas disappeared!'

He tapped his comm., hissing, "Team, back to base. Now."

Claustrophobia

"You're not claustrophobic, are you?"

What Bumblebee wouldn't give to shake his helm in response. He settled for an annoyed sigh. "No, not yet, anyway."

He tried transforming into bipedal mode again, failed miserably, and groaned. "Primus, and I thought the inverse problem sucked, but this is even worse! What is it about my T-Cog that has everyone going after it?"

"Maybe you're just special," Smokescreen suggested.

Despite being cramped and irritated, Bumblebee couldn't help but chuckle at that. He really appreciated Smokescreen's company and awkward attempts at tactful levity.

"Didn't know being special came with so much grief," Bumblebee said drily.

Partner After Partner

Depth Charge groaned, pinching the area between his optics. "Slaggit. 'Bee, I'm beginning to think you're cursed."

"I just haven't found the right partner, sir."

"Really? What the slag was wrong with this one?"

"He's a hazard," Bumblebee exclaimed. "Even in the most low-risk situations! You can't tell me that's not a problem."

"And what was Twister's problem?"

"She's never sober." Bumblebee shook his helm. "Seriously, we need to get her help."

"Well, what about Shakedown?" Depth Charge snapped. "You can't tell me he wasn't a good cop!"

"Sure he was! And he wasn't gonna be going anywhere with me as his partner."

This is Why I Don't Have Partners

"You have nothing to do," his partner exclaimed confidently. "So what's the harm in living a little?"

"I said I'm not gambling, Taper," Bumblebee said exasperatedly. "Why are you trying so hard to get me to hang out with you? Until now, you've been just fine with- Oh, no..."

"What?"

Bumblebee groaned, refusing to look at his partner. "Taper, please tell me this isn't some ploy to get me to watch your back because your gambling problem has finally got you in trouble."

Taper hesitated briefly before laughing. "What? Why the slag would you think that?"

"Oh, sweet carrier of Primus..."

Yeah, That was a Bad Time

The 'Con had gone straight for the throat and squeezed, possibly looking to pop his helm off. Bumblebee didn't know, but when his throat began to dent under the pressure and his voice box began to crackle, it was as though a switch had been flipped.

Strongarm later reported the arrest to be quick, though painful for everyone involved. Bumblebee had no way of judging for himself. He hadn't been mentally present for most of it. His team had eventually snapped him out of his panic, and it was clear they were concerned and looking for an explanation.

Bumblebee didn't give them one.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Something to Be Aware of for the Hawkins x Ikkaku Ship

This is something that’s true on both this blog and my Hawkins blog @waraxarcana. And I figure it’s important to be aware of if you plan on interacting with either of them in this ship verse, even if your muse(s) wouldn’t necessarily know it.

TLDR Hawkins is trying to play Ikkaku and she’s trying to play him right back.

Hawkins is attempting to seduce Ikkaku to manipulate her because he believes she’s the key to his 1% chance of survival and becoming Pirate King. He believes in Joras/Innsmouth’s stories of the Light Keepers and how their belief can give someone the power to defy gods and fate. He sees her as a goddess he can steal divinity from, and as he gets to know her grows enough affection for her that he intends to to keep her as his High Priestess/bride/concubine when he has the power he thinks she can bestow upon him. His obsession grows to madness slowly, to the point where it’s not overtly noticeable until during/after the timeskip and doesn’t come to a head until Wano. Once he’s forced to serve a Yonko he is even more desperate to escape his predicted fate, which is why when he finds out the Hearts are on Wano, he snaps fully and kidnaps her.

Ikkaku does not believe that Hawkins’ intentions towards her are good in the slightest. She believes that he’s attempting to manipulate her to get to Law. So she plays along to manipulate him right back (with Law’s cautious blessing). She is right that his intentions towards her aren’t honest, even if she’s incorrect about his exact motivation, but she’s not a fool going into this believing that he’s actually in love with her. She’s doing it to spy on him, keep him around as an ally for the Hearts, and basically figure out what his real plan is, because she doubts it has anything to do with her. She does grow some feelings for him due to her realizing that he’s not actually interested in getting to Law in the slightest. However, those feelings are tossed out the window when she realizes how willing Hawkins is to sacrifice his own crew, and dumps him on Sabaody, though Hawkins doesn’t actually realize he’s been dumped.

Basically, Ikkaku isn’t some lovey-struck fool thinking Hawkins actually loves her. The Hearts would be aware of the plan, even if they don’t agree with it. Others might wonder why Hawkins is so fixated on his High Priestess card, why it looks like Ikkaku, and why he’s so possessive of Trafalgar Law’s engineer to the point where he’ll murder someone for staring at her wanted poster. And most people would probably question why Ikkaku is in a relationship with Hawkins, though she’d likely not give a clear answer to anyone but her crew until after Sabaody.

[loverboyromanroy]

been going through my little archive of works in progress and decided to put this one out because it's short and sweet and stands on its own :) happy monday!

building a foundation (g, 4k) – an early season 2 coda from gerri's pov filling some gaps a little bit post-wedding, during japan, and at the summer palace