#all that you ask for coming to queue

[lyvesynth]

THIS IS OLD BUT. more side order backlog art

[intheholler]

hiiii, i will probably write out an actual love letter to appalachia as well, but here's a visual love letter dedicated to my holler ❤️

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[mixtapedoh]

literally ran to your inbox when i saw your writing event post. may i request hoshi with autumn by niki because i like pain and can not get this song out of head for days now

omg, a fellow niki lover <3333 jen, you always have had such wonderful taste. i love the way her songs allow me to bleed.

ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?

☄. *. ⋆

pairing: kwon soonyoung x reader (not endgame) genre: angst, break-up word count: ~1k warnings: heartbreak, death imagery (don't we love angst and more angst and a dash of even more crushing angst?), barely there plot but fuck it, we ball.

olive's notes: a very interesting exercise for me! tbh, as a niki fan, i love to cast her songs as potential fic ideas, and when i hear autumn, my gut reaction is woozi, so to think about hoshi instead was a welcome challenge. hopefully i did it justice <3.

Read

You stare at those four letters, that single word, the broken sentence fragment not even deserving of punctuation until the blue light of your phone burns the impression of it into your retina in a persistence that lasts longer than your last conversation with him, just days before.

Read.

Not even four letters he had deigned to type out — some semblance of a response to your longing that you'd attempted to sever with a knife that, rusted through, meant you had to saw at that place where you deemed your attachment thinnest over and over: a back and forth motion, a seasickened sort of nausea that left you emptier than perhaps the hacking would have resulted in, had the cut been clean. But no; to all that you had spilled before him in your text (written and rewritten, drafted and thrown out, wept over, then created anew), all he could offer you — all he would give you, now — was silence. A read receipt. All your feelings still spilling out of you, pooling in shallow oceans, sales tax. Your anger, change. A transaction in the deficit. A run-up tab, a thousand I-owe-you's coalescing in just four letters, not even the ellipses of thought.

Read.

But did he?

When you fell for Hoshi all those months ago, it certainly hadn't been for his careful trepidation, or some thoughtful penchant for contemplation. It was for the lack of it, really. The way he so effortlessly swept you up — took your wary hands, and with a smile that seemed to embody the whole of him, coaxed the laughter out of you, and then following, the vulnerable, sticky truth. He liked it — liked you — he always pressed for more.

And so you'd give, and he would take. Then he'd offer, and you'd come closer to receive. Close enough to memorize the lines in his face, intimate enough to carve the worst of you into his bones.

And then work came between you, as it was wont to do. You were seeing each other in secret, of course (could you imagine what they'd say, if all the world knew?), but then people grew suspicious, an accounting of his every move including too many reports of you. So space was needed, but Soonyoung was apologetic, and you were hopeful you'd pull through.

"I love you," you'd whisper in the late night phone calls when he'd still be in his sweats and running choreography that was perfect as is.

(It wasn't right, he'd always claim. And he'd do it again and again, critiquing it over and over. Sharper. More focused. Harder. More precise. Another replay of the same, small moment. A circle that he could never claim was finished, an ideal he could never move past. It would be perfect. It had to be right. It wasn't enough if it were half-performed, it would never signify.)

"You love me?" he'd laughing, reply. Joking self deprecation, it had began, then a spiral towards something doubtful and unsure. A while yet and it began to hollow and turn cold.

"You love me?" he'd once said. "Not if I love you more."

And what if he'd stopped all together? A train crash or a too-long sustained whimper, it's silence a death.

Could you love him still, if this feeling is just aching? Could you love him if your phone calls were never picked up and only once, returned? Could you love him if you begged to hear from him and he'd go for weeks at a time without giving you a word? Could you love him if — at midnight — you texted him that it felt as though with each passing day he was loving you less, and every moment your breath was hitched in anticipation waiting for him to come home an agony of only half-living and drowning in your own insecurities and sorrow.

Could you love him if you sent it, and waited all that early morning for his reply, only for him to read it 4 hours later and not even reply?

"I'm so lucky I met you," Soonyoung had once said to you, with flowers in his hands, a bouquet of bleeding colors, a display near blinding when you looked at it head on. The assortment was so fresh, their fragrance assaulted your every sense, and the reminder of him lingered long after he was gone.

The aroma was gone, now. The savor expired, the petals wilted and sagged. You were perhaps due another fresh delivery, and maybe he'd bring it to you — every new batch of flowers less ceremonious than the last, with fewer words of endearment, rarely an explanation for all he'd done in between the death of the old set, and the replacement with something new.

Excuses rarely beget the same of their kind, and thinness only ever tried to be better, still.

. . .

He was typing.

Maybe that read receipt was still burned into your retinas. Maybe despite this offer of something, you were through.

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[every-sanji]

[selfship-confession-box]

to be quite honest. shipping with CANON (not headcanoned) exclusively gay/lesbian characters as someone of the gender they are explicitly not attracted to is a form of erasure and lowkey homophobic. 'just make them bi' is a bad take. bi people are amazing and valid but not everyone is bisexual??? 'theyre not real' is a bad take bc representation matters and i feel like that doesnt really need to be said. obviously the character isnt real and isnt offended but gay/lesbian selfshippers can see how much you dont gaf abt their identities. gay people exist in real life too!!! homophobia is still so acceptable in fandom spaces and its kinda wild.

Actually this one gets to skip the queue because we just had another anon push their luck about this. I WAS originally going to leave this in queue but now feels like a better time to nip this in the bud.

This is the LAST thing I'm saying about this topic because frankly it's the majority of what we've been getting recently and it's exhausting. All future asks about this topic WILL be deleted. AS STATED ABOVE. DO WHAT YOU WANT FOREVER. YOUR EXPERIENCE IS YOURS AND YOURS ALONE.

TAKING POTSHOTS AT EACH OTHER IS NOT A CONFESSION.

THAT'S CALLED BEING AN ASSHOLE.

k thanks bye

[not-poignant]

Hope you're doing okay, sending love & support from America! If you need to slow down for a bit, that's not a bad thing -- you're an incredibly prolific author, which is wonderful, but there's only one of you and there's plenty of stuff already out there that we can read (or re-read!) if you need some time to take care of yourself. Your fans will understand.

Hi hi anon <3

Tbh I was looking at my output and it's hilarious to me. So from March 1st to March 11th I wrote 10 chapters. From March 11th to April 13th I've written three chapters. So I'm definitely doing a good approximation of like a corpse floating downstream right now! Wait that's kind of dark, um...

Definitely not being prolific lately, and I'm so glad I have a buffer (April is written, May is written except for one chapter) but at some point I have to keep that buffer going so - but having a break while I need it most.

Tbh it's not even the writing getting me down, it's my personal life. There's been some disintegration of important relationships with other people and it's just kind of all happened randomly at the same time. It's not for any bad reasons, none of those people are horrible, it's just...how it shook out. But that + Toby + life stuff has just left me in a weird, lonely place. The most socialising I do each day is like here and on the Discord lol.

But I've taken some steps to work on it, and in the meantime, my body is appreciating the rest!

[latenightsundayblues]

What if.... instead of beautiful and interesting animals, we have gnarly and interesting insects?

Only problems is idk what insects work out with the characters

I mean, maybe praying Mantis Billy and Ant Stu..?

OH MY GOD how didn't i think of this b4?? Nasty and scary insects fit the tone of the movie way better now that im thinking about it. The only problem is i have zero ideas as to what the main group should be. I have a rough idea for billy and stu tho:

Stu - Brazilian Wandering Spider

I chose this one for a few flimsy reasons; its very big and long-legged (stuilly size difference is like the best part lmfao), its beige which is a color that i associate with him a lot, and its extremely venomous BUT doesn't make webs at all. I feel like that could kinda translate into him obviously being the brawn in the duo and absolutely capable of killing on his own but still at a disadvantage of sorts, you know? If you take webs as a metaphor for scheming and slow-burn manipulation i think it'd make sense to have him be unable of it despite his other abilities.

There's also the way this spider hunts. It doesn't stay in one specific place, it wanders around in search of prey and can directly attack. It reminds me of his frenetic and aggressive nature.

Can't forget about the way in which it dances menacingly. I think its goofy and delightful.

Also death boner lmfao

Billy - Funnel-Web Spider

The web motif is a huge part of why I chose this one; funnel web spiders, as the name suggests, build webs in a tube-like fashion that narrows down the further you go into it. They wait inside the smaller parts until something gets caught on the wide mouth of the tube, which is when they drag it inside to eat. Obvious comparison here to his manipulative tendencies and attack method with the whole 'hiding and striking at the right time' thing

They're usually black with no discernible patterns. Peak Billy vibes.

Their bite is extremely strong, but it isn't as deadly anymore due to modern medicine. I kinda think its comparable to the 'all bark no bite' attitude he displays with Stu

I like to think of their fangs as knives because of their sheer penetrative (haha) power and position on their heads, pointing straight down instead of horizontally.

Thats pretty much it lol

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[lyvesynth]

explaining scourge to my sister

[aphverse-confessions]

I have a conspiracy theory that whoever is in charge of this account keeps track of the people who forget to turn on anon for their confessions whether by simply keeping them in the ask box waiting to be answered, or by screenshotting them. And when the day finally comes for this account to be defunct there will be BLOODSHED.

that or you secretly work for Jess, or ARE HER! *que dramatic music*

Okay I was gonna post this as a normal confrssion but I changed my mind. So all of my response is in the tags teehee

[transannabeth]

hi. for people who saw gatsby: an american myth. do you remember mckee asking nick for lunch. and then gatsby in like the next scene inviting nick for lunch. because i remember.

[intheholler]

I'm a many-many-generations-Appalachian, and when I was a teenager, everyone assumed I'd leave, so I thought I should. And then when I did leave, someone called my mama and told her I was the most homesick child they'd seen in decades, that she should come get me. She didn't, because she wanted me to succeed that badly, but I got myself back to Appalachia PDQ. And then I never left again, because Appalachia is where I belong.

I know the stereotypes, but we can be happy here, too. I've got a good life, with a well-paying job I love, a silver anniversary spouse, wonderful children, and a nice house. My mama lives with us and that's just how we like it. Our quietly queer little family is proud to be Appalachian, and our children learn our history, like the recorded story from their great-grandfather who saw the Baldwin-Felts get off the train in Matewan.

Are there problems in Appalachia? Sure. But that doesn't mean we are all living in misery. Appalachian lives are more than poverty porn and strip mines and drugs and Dew mouth. We have our own festivals and music and art and foods and books to celebrate our shared heritage. We have our own holidays, too, like the first day of deer season. There can be a lot of joy in our Appalachian lives, if we let it.

And of course, we can all join together to remind folks that #heaintfromaroundhere ;)

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[hcmetown]

yep. thats right. tag dump part 2!!!!

[daybreakrising]

@iniziare: "What about you, Furnace Master? Of what else do you dream?" (And here we start-- Jingliu to Yingxing!)

Dream. Such a childish notion, he thinks, to dream, and yet it is a notion a person will cling to until their last breath. He must have had pleasant dreams, once, dreams of a future that would never come to pass, but if he did he can no longer recall what they were. What had he hoped for as a boy, before his world turned to ash and blood? Does it even matter now? "Legacy." He stands before the rack holding some of his recent works, a display of silver and gilded steel that glimmers in the ever-present flicker of flame from the forge.

He reaches forward, selects one of the daggers resting upon its hooks. This one is not silver, nor is it gold – it is black, darker than shadow. He weighs it in his hand, then grasps it by the hilt, executing a series of quick, seamless flourishes. "Is it enough to make a name for yourself if it dies with you? I do not wish to see my achievements buried with my bones, Jingliu. I want my name to last a thousand years. I want to be remembered."

He turns, plucks a matching sheath from a nearby workbench, slides the dagger home. He joins her at the table he uses to entertain the few guests that are permitted within his workspace, sets the sheathed dagger between them. "Per your request." He utters softly, sliding it toward her. His hand lingers upon the hilt, upon the crescent moon so delicately worked through in silver. "Will you remember me, Jingliu?" His gaze upon hers is earnest, softened by the dim light. "Whenever you wield your blade, whenever you take this dagger in hand, will you remember the mortal man who forged it? Will Yingxing be a name you remember with honour, or but a whisper in your memory?"

[yukikorogashi]

“  what’s so funny?  what are you laughing at?  you did it again, didn’t you?  ”

*    /      HOME  ALONE  PROMPTS   !

HER WILL TO HOLD BACK HER GIGGLES was only waning with each deadpan word that escaped @stardstschlar's lips. As she would manage to smile innocently enough up at him, the little quivers that she gave was only one of many things that would ruin that facade. Not that it mattered, seeing as the JOOT BRO already knew what was up.

"... N-No--!" The moment she opened her mouth, she knew she was a goner. For before she could even finish her denying, she would near immediately devolve into the squeakiest of titters. "Ehehehehehahaha!!!" As her mittens clutched helplessly at her sides, all Itsuki could do was simply allow herself laugh it out. Otherwise, she would have probably BURST!

"... m-m' sorry, bro." She finally apologised, after awhile. A few tiny giggles escaping her ticklish body, as she reached up to wipe at teary eyes. "It's so hot, though, so ah wanted ta help y'all cool off some how~"

Some distance away, Jotaro and her could see poor Polnareff doing an animated little dance, as he let out one more YELP. Most of the ice that her STAND had slipped down the back of his shirt should have melted by now... but then again, those were some pretty big icicles that she had conjured. And as they continued to watch the spectacle before them, Itsuki couldn't help but giggle again, only because his dance was just so funny!

[ruushes]

Top 5 bg3 npcs that aren’t companions?

oh great question thank you :)c going to refrain from answering with all pets/animals as well cause that’s all it would be 😂 oh and disclaimer that i’ve only played a little of act 3 as a tav and up to the start of act 2 as a durge so im sure im missing some great ones that are developed in the later game (‘:

mattis (completely coincidentally exactly the same person my character was as a child)(like i had decided on that backstory before even meeting him and when a cheerful scamming tiefling orphan showed up i was >:0000)(the rogue-specific dialog rly supported a 'recognition of the self in the other [derogatory]' interaction too which was so perfect)

dame aylin (i mean obviously aylin if you're free thursday night etc)(but also she's so interesting to me)(larger than life and sort of outside time very distinctly Different as a demigod and a target bc of it)(so full of love but also a harsh and violent form of 'good' i feel like you don't get to see much in female characters)

barcus wroot (wulbren turn on your location i just want to talk)

auntie ethel (there's little i love more than a hag)(and she gave me a piece of her scalp to eat so i feel we have a connection)

enver gortash (i haven't fully seen his story yet)(but he deserves mention bc i had such a strong reaction to meeting him)(which was that i literally could not wait to kill him i immediately hated him so much lmao)(but now im doing a durge run and im 👀 to meet him again bc i have a feeling it will be a very different reaction)