#aa i just... hope people like this??

[cozylittleartblog]

my ACEN tip gimmick has been fulfilled, aaand i got a little carried away with it. I haven't had time to draw for myself (or at all, really??) in like two weeks, i needed to Doodle and Have Fun. ... also, i did not think he would get so many donuts. people understand the value of giving treats to fictional characters :) its what he deserves

also shoutout to snazzyskeletons who had the same Tip Theme i did. we took pictures with our tip jars together. they are adorable v

i'm glad their vash got some donut money too :) 🍩 please check them out if you want some cute trigun stuff

[lazycranberrydoodles]

every time i make a post that is kind of specific i get so happy when the target audience finds it. yes, i made this especially for you, the 3 people that have gone insane in the tags

[potatoeofwisdom]

Just watched the maze runner for the first time since childhood. Just as Traumatising all over again. Many questions.

[these-detestable-hands]

I get surprised seeing posts where people are like "hey maybe MvK was worse than canon implied" cause like personally my noggin immediately jumped to severe child abuse and I've stuck with that since. That man seems like he'd hit his kids

[fingertipsmp3]

You know what I should do. I should go to a car auction

[science-lings]

Making my old OC Rose in my AA fanfic to fill in the plot-necessary opening for a doctor character is funny bc she just happens to be like the spiritual lovechild of Phoenix and Dahlia. She has a flower name and red hair and a totally normal amount of knowledge about poisons but also has blue-brown heterochromia, a savior complex that gets her into relationships with toxic (literally) people, and a snarky inner dialogue.

Her job is adjacent to law enforcement but she cares more about saving people than the letter of the law, she has a homoerotic relationship with a silver-haired asexual who has childhood trauma and social anxiety. She has a sibling who is objectively cooler than she is and centers her entire life around helping other people but refuses to find help for herself. She also has a mentor who is real weird about death.

None of this will matter in the aa fic but I will know and that will be funny to me.

[be-good-to-bugs]

i need to go to bed but i dont wannnaaaaa

[fazcinatingblog]

I tried to search the Italian comedy show on the official MICF website and there's nothing about it wtf it's all in my head. Someone planted a fake show in the comedy festival magazine that I just happen to pick up and they're trying to lure me out to Thornbury with cryptic clues and

[alchemiclee]

little preview of the photoshoot I tried to do today. let's play~can you find the answer? who am I? 🎭

don't know if I got any good photos. I had to be the model and photographer because I don't have friends to do photography or cosplays with here. my camera remote didn't work so I had to run back and forth and pose within 10 second timer. it was exhausting. I also kept slipping in the mud and tripping on things because sparkles shoes have heels and i'm not used to it fbdbsjjjs it was also windy as hell. the wind blew over my camera and broke my tripod. luckily the camera survived and is fine 🫣 but I had to cut the shoot short. it was also so cold i lost the ability to use my fingers. sparkle isn't dressed for 4c/40f temps. so the photos could have all come put bad and I don't get to post any lmao. maybe i'll at least post a couple of selfies I took after camera went for a ride to the ground. but that will be later. after the shoot I walked down to the sakura festival, bought some art and stuff from the local artists there, and stood in line for food and bubble tea for 2 hours. they got very backed up and started running out of stuff and were very panicked, so not sure if they forgot the boba in my tea or they ran out....and i may have also gotten the wrong food. but thats ok. there were only 2 of them and they were trhujf their best to fufill like 50 orders.

i'm very pain and very exhausted and didnt bring my cane to support my wacky joints since my hands were full with camera and bags and stuff. AND i'm at work now. I just sat down to take a break and fell asleep for idk how long lmao. I can barely move but need to sweep and mop the floors 🫡 anyway, that was my day. how was yours?

also wish to one day have a group of cosplaying nerd friends to photograph for fun or at least a photographer friend to help me out 😆 this was rough

[chuuphic]

first day of practicum in one hour 🧎🏽

[ciboriaadastra]

GhostBat's "distractions" giving me the same energy as Wrightworth's "unnecessary feelings"

[dearings]

i know this isn't universal and these support systems do very important things for a lot of people, but suicide hotlines and addiction support groups can feel so hollow and end up being worse than if you'd never sought help at all

[kedreeva]

When I was a kid, maybe 14 or so (which is, you know, 20+ years ago), I belonged to a Yahoo! mailing list for an anime called Gundam Wing. It was mostly populated by other teens, of varying ages, as it was started by a teen and her friends. Eventually it migrated, when Yahoo! groups started as forums, and even branched off into non-GW related stuff in a second forum.

One of the things I remember the most clearly is the oldest person in the group. Her name was Steelsong. She was a 40-something Dom with a sub whose name we knew even though we knew nothing else. She ran her own fanfic archive because the web was still handmade HTML and navigated in webrings and I’m pretty sure Google didn’t exist or was only barely, barely launched and not well known. She was kind and patient and we loved her. She treated everyone on the group with the respect given any adult, even though most of the rest of the world was still treating us like we were children. Not teenagers even, but children. She never once condescended to any of us, never made our youth a barrier to her respect, never treated us like we were incapable of being full people or like we were less than her because we were young.

I remember that she hosted our fanfiction, as absolutely terrible as it was (and I still have some of it, I am WELL aware of how cringingly terrible it is, just absolute nonsense garbage), right there alongside of other fic that was soul-achingly beautiful. Not a separate section for her friends or for kids, just right there like we were good enough to feature alongside other authors. I never once received crit from her that I didn’t ask for, only support. Only love. I am still writing today partly because Steel was so kind about our fic, fanfic and original.

I remember that when I started doing clay sculpture, she commissioned a tiny pair of dragons from me, to support me doing artwork. She sent a check my mom cashed for me, and my mom helped me mail it when it was finished. It broke in transit, and Steel assured me that she mended it and that it was still beautiful. It was a small gold dragon curled up with a small silver dragon.

I remember that her patience knew no bounds. I remember that she was there for us, regardless of reason. When we wanted to know silly things like what to do with a single AA battery, she answered. When we had serious questions about sex, she answered.  When we had questions about writing, she taught us. When one of our group members, a young gay teen in Australia, ended up in the hospital and then stopped making posts, and we all knew what had happened, she let us talk to her about it because we couldn’t go to our own parents, even though we had just lost a friend.

She was not a replacement to my parents, but she was an extra parent, in some ways. A friend, certainly, but someone that had been through more life than we had and was willing to pass on knowledge if we asked for it. Someone older that we trusted with things that were too uncomfortable to go to our parents or teachers or whatever about, because we already knew she wasn’t going to judge us or something, and that we would get an honest answer.

I don’t know why I’m remembering this so hard tonight, and I’m not sure if there’s a point to sharing this, except that I know she’s gone now. She was ill the last time we spoke, and her site went down a long time ago, and I miss her. She was a huge influence on my life, then and now. She was hope, for me, that life as an adult didn’t have to be boring, it wouldn’t have to mean giving up the things I loved and Becoming Only Responsible With No Fun. Her presence meant I had hope I could still write and play with friends even when I wasn’t ‘a kid’ anymore. And she’s gone, and I miss her, and I wanted to share her from the perspective of youth, and the perspective over twenty years later has provided me.

And I think of her, when people go off about older folks being in fandom with younger folks. I’m an older folks now, or at least middle aged folks because there are certainly folks older than me still, but I wasn’t always. I’ve been here since i was a younger folks, and I know how much Steel’s presence and support meant to me, how much she helped not just me but everyone on that group. And I think of the people saying older folks don’t belong in fandom, and that they shouldn’t interact with younger folks at all, and I just think... I can’t agree. I needed that kind of solid presence in my life back then and even at the age I am now, I need the folks older than me to stay. I want them here.

So I guess, like, if you’re here and you’re 40 or 50 or 60 or 70 or 80 or whatever, I want you here in fandom with me, still. Your presence here is a comfort. It is hope. It is a reminder that life will continue to be fun, even as I get older, myself. And if you’re younger and you have this sort of elder in your groups, I hope that they are like Steel. I hope they are kind and patient and supportive, and that knowing them gives you hope for your own future. I hope in twenty years you look back and remember them fondly.

[ririblogsss]

I have found inspiration to write :).

The flash for the fist time in forever stop moving. No twitching. NO moving his leg up and down. No running back and forward to the cafeteria for snacks. He was completely still with his jaw open looking past Batman who at the moment was giving the league members an overview of the missions that have been happening within the past month. Immediately everyone locked in, Flash not moving major red flag. Batman caught it first and proceeded to turn around in a split of a second and froze (caught of guard) this caused the other league members to slowly turn their heads and eyes away from starring at the Flash. And they couldn't believe their eyes.

Superman had his jaw dropped.

Flash was pointing and unable to form words the only sound escaping his mouth was vocals "aa" "ee" he was over all gobsmacked.

Not like the other leagues were fairing any better. It's just that their eyes could not make their brain correctly process what they were seeing. And what they were currently seeing was a teenager with white hair with a box of donuts and drinking something out of a coffee cup. Now this is the watchtower everyone has seen teenagers from various backgrounds to say the least enjoy their coffee and snacks. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that the teen wasn't one of theirs. Not that it really matters Batman.

What actually matters is that the kids outside. IN SPACE. How is he surviving. How isn't he dead? Is he an alien? Then why is the box of donuts from earth?

And the kid has the gull to smile sheepishly?????

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Danny only wanted help. HE SWEARSS. And the Justice League wasn't helping after they had been spammed with calls for help against the Ghosts. Amity parkers think that the JL has banned them from making calls. So Danny decided if they won't come. He will go to them, but his parents did not raise a disrespectful child the Fentons maybe break tax laws and driving laws and overall all OSHA regulations. BUT THEY NEVER DISRESPECT (unless warranted) ANYBODY. And Danny wasn't about to misrepresent them. So he brought a box of donuts and his fathers homemade fudge in hopes to make some sort of slightly good impression.

So taking a breath in (as a force of habit) he knocked on the watchtowers window and didn't become intangible and go in until Wonder Woman nodded with her head yes.

Batman was side-eying WW, but Danny decided that Wonder Woman had more decision power in this instance.

So with the approval that he may come in Danny made himself (and everything else) intangible so he could enter. Once inside he realize that Jazz had been correct in telling him to at least know how he was going to approach the subject.

He placed the treats on the table and made a gesture that they could eat. He took a sip of his hot ecto and then he opened his mouth.

"Why are you guys hunting us down for sport? w-we are people too"

Danny said it in such a broken voice with teary eyes. He really should have practiced first.

The JL choked.

[megaclaudiolis]

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[kingdomoftyto]

They get points for trying to expand on the supernatural gimmicks for their protagonists, I guess, but Apollo's crazy eyes simply do not compare to Phoenix's secret-detecting magatama, in usefulness OR in fun value, as is clearly evident by the big sigh of relief I let out when the psyche-locks made their reappearance in the 7-years-ago flashbacks