#and am now reading fanfic LOL

[kuiinncedes]

:p

[thepurplebones]

Me, trying to patiently wait for AO3 to restart:

[thwackk]

i demand your arts

here u can have this one single piece of fanart i made for the fanfic that literally ruined my entire life

[kaiserouo]

I originally wanted to replay Titanfall 2 after watching Conduit trailer, but...

I love that ≥≤ eyes sooooo much. I'm glad Houndy's prestige skin have that ≥≤ eyes, too.

Also since I actually remembered to enable timelapse this time...might as well put this here.

[wundrousarts]

Mini Silverborn Countdown

If you’ve been around for a few years, you’ve seen me vaguely mention a “Silverborn Countdown Challenge” several times. It’s been delayed and changed as many times as the book itself, lol.

If anyone wants sort of a low-stakes, very chill and spaced out version of this ye olde never tackled challenge to complete in the next year before Silverborn, I propose what I’m doing:

Every 3 months leading up to the initial release, I am creating one thing based on each of the books.

January — Nevermoor

April — Wundersmith

July — Hollowpox

[mrsdulac]

really do not agree with some of these takes from the vc fandom concerning the show only fanbase

[desertfangs]

Goddamn Aliens 2

Armand/Daniel - Mature - 2532 words

This is another missing scene from PLROA, set after the fight we're told Marius and Armand have about how to handle the replimoids (which in and of itself feels like a missing scene): "Armand and Marius had a dreadful quarrel in which Armand demanded that the Replimoids be hunted down and annihilated, and Marius accused Armand of having the savage and ignorant soul of a child."

In this fic, Daniel follows Armand and they talk about aliens, court, and figure some things out.

Short Excerpt:

The door slams, shaking the walls.  

“A child? Really?” Daniel asks, folding his arms over his chest. 

“I said he had the heart of—” 

“Come on, man,” Daniel says. 

Marius sets his jaw in a hard line of stubborn determination, but there’s a flicker in his eyes. Regret? Maybe, maybe not yet. Maybe just frustration about how the whole conversation turned into an angry fight so fast, or at how heated it got. And how he let Armand rattle his composure, roused the fury in him until he fought back. 

Daniel’s gut twists. He knows how that can be with Armand. Armand is clever and cutting, difficult to argue with because of how intense and quick he is. Sometimes Daniel struggles to keep up in the middle of their fights, blurting things out just to get a jab in before Armand lands another blow. 

But still, Daniel watched Armand’s face change when Marius said it, going from animated and angry to a solid, impassive mask. That mask, that blankness, is when you know you’ve really hit a nerve with Armand. 

Read the Rest on AO3

[purpleshadow-star]

This is what I see in my nightmares.

[allylikethecat]

January OTP Prompts

Fun fact! I live in a place that is not cold. However, it has been absolutely freezing the last week to the point where I am currently looking at a North Face puffer coat on the internet and trying to figure out if I order it, if I will still be cold in the 3-5 business days it says it will take to arrive. I have decided to inflict this misery upon Fictional!Matty, however, he at least has a warm coat. I have a denim jacket and a Noah Kahan hoodie.

10. Bundled up

Matty shivered, and wrapped his arms tighter around himself, as he trailed after George. He sniffled and reached up to wipe his runny nose with the sleeve of his parka. He adjusted his scarf to cover more of his face, his fingers feeling clumsy in his mittens. He was bundled up in a long sleeve tee shirt, a heavy sweater, the parka, a heavy knit scarf, and a beanie and he was still freezing. He halted, wincing as a gust of wind tore down the street, sending another shiver up his spine. He didn’t even remember what being warm felt like as they made their way through the snow covered street. 

Jamie had bought him the warmest winter parka he could find in apology when he realized the tour schedule was going to take them to Canada during the winter. Matty was very adamant that he did not do weather colder than London. Even London was too cold for him in the winter. Despite wearing multiple pairs of socks and an extremely unstylish pair of Sorel boots, Matty still couldn’t feel his toes. He would have started crying ages ago if he wasn’t worried that his tears would literally freeze to his face and cause some kind of permanent damage. The strip of skin around his eyes was stinging from the wind and he wondered if it was possible to have already developed frostbite. He wasn’t sure how anyone even lived here, people weren’t meant to be out in these kinds of conditions! He was glad that even their most loyal fans had realized that camping for the concert in this weather was a bad fucking idea. He didn’t even want to be walking down the street, their destination hopefully ahead, he couldn’t imagine them sleeping in tents to see his sniffly ass up close. 

Yet, George was happily plowing ahead, looking at directions on his phone, dragging Matty to some underground used record shop he had seen on instagram that was supposed to be the place to find obscure vinyl. If Matty had realized that around the corner from their hotel meant, around the corner and then straight on a mile and a half he would have insisted on Ubering, or staying behind in the warmth of the hotel room, wearing the complementary slippers and a bathrobe as he made use of the steam shower to try and loosen some of the mucus in his chest. 

“You coming?” George called over his shoulder, his warm breath visible in the cold air. Matty wanted a cigarette but there was absolutely no way he could light it, let alone hold it with how bundled up he was, and he was not sacrificing wearing a mitten even for a fag. He’d also have to pull down his scarf, exposing his face to the elements which was another nope. 

“I think I’ve frozen to the sidewalk,” Matty complained which just made George grin wider, amused by his misery. 

“That just means you need to walk faster,” he teased, picking up his pace as Matty groaned. 

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

[journen]

Siblings, am I right? - Ch 1/3

So uh, I tried my hand at writing a fic. It is to fit into our modern Codywan au(Mustache!Cody au).

Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi(pre relationship, but they are pining lol), Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker

Rating: Gen

Summary:

While spending his afternoon at work with Cody, Obi-Wan receives an unexpected call from his brother that throws any plans he had for that weekend far out the window!

Obi-Wan frowned, sounding more serious. “What's going on?”

From the corner of his eye, he noticed his shift in tone drew Cody's attention from across the room, his brown eyes flicking up attentively away from the stack of papers he was working through. But Obi-Wan kept his eyes downward, and awkwardly shifted on his feet as he waited for Anakin to reply.

“Well uh,” His brother took a long pause, seemingly thinking. Obi-Wan could still hear him walking.

Suddenly, the silence began to feel heavy. “Please don’t hate me for this.”

“Hate you for what, Anakin?” His voice turned deep. Irritated and puzzled, he turned his back to the room, to Cody, but spoke more quietly into the receiver, bracing himself for whatever on earth Anakin was about to tell him next. “What is going on?”

Read here on ao3!

Mustache Cody bingo card under the cut!

[binch-i-might-be]

good morning (it's three thirty pm)

[lookedlikethebins]

The hours following George taking Matty to the airport to go to Barbados. He doesn't know how he wanted to feel about dropping Matty off, about driving home alone or having to sit with Ross and Adam and have the "them" be only be a count of three for a short period of time. George doesn't know what to do with himself—or all the empty space in their house, their bed. He isn't even sure he remembers how to cry. Was that something a person could forget?

We got a sort of sad one, ladies and gentlemen! (Don't worry it has a very hopeful ending!) This one was more so a route of catharsis for me and when it started to form I wasn't going to fight it. So now we have this George-centered fic that's all about loving and being loved by some very best friends, and knowing that sometimes surviving is a team effort.

ty for reading x

[cowboy-robooty]

now that wiener has changed me i can show my true colors to you all. this is the equivalent of me posting my little prince on the internet okay because i genuinely think this is cringe and stupid but i cant help it i have autistic rage and everyday i fight against it. anyways the reason why its so big i like wieners itapan is bc this is how i actually feel about itapan

its okay though because everyday i fight to cure myself of these aids (once i opened my social media app and saw itapan and my day genuinely felt significantly worse. ruined even. i am fighting so hard).

[skywitchmaja]

hot take: beauty and the beast, at least the disney version i’m familiar with, falls under the austenian umbrella of “i won’t fix him, he can fix himself if he knows what’s good for him” (you’ve seen that one post i hope) and if you do think it’s an “i can fix him!” story you are missing the whole point.

[undefeatablesin]

*breathes deeply* My brainrot is so out of control at this stage, I cannot draw fast enough to keep up with my own demands lmao so I would like to know; would any of you also be interested in reading some fics about Ruza/her time in the hunt/her relationship with both Arianna and Adella etc. If I actually wrote and posted them? As like supplementary material to Altar and future comics especially. There is a whole series of moments that leads to where Altar started, so 👀

[undermostcorgi]

the media which consumes your entire soul at age 12 will forever be a part of you. this is an unavoidable consequence of living and you have to accept this fact. no matter how old you get, no matter how long it has been since you last saw its smug face peeking out from the bushes as it follows you, no matter if you think you have outrun it for good and that you're finally finally safe and you hardly even remember it exists anymore and your brain knows a few brief moments of true peace, it WILL catch up to you in your moment of weakness. and listen you don't want to hear this but sometimes this is necessary for your mental health. you will on instinct want to reject it and run away again but sometimes. sometimes you just need to watch that old show or listen to that silly song or read that weird book again as an adult and it will hurt you a little bit in various little ways but it will also heal you a little bit. you can call it nostalgia you can call it connecting with your inner child or whatever you want but just listen to me it WILL HAPPEN TO YOU TOO AT SOME POINT AND YOU HAVE TO BE PREPARED FOR THIS (i am forcibly dragged off the stage by security)