#i forgot i took these ones oops

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my art for how greedy my heart by @matchingbatbites | for the @steddiebang

Chapter 1 is up now!!

[pain-in-the-butler]

today I told Cielbug he couldn't eat cardboard, so he pitched one of those toddler tantrums where he held his breath for as long as he could (11 seconds) he almost died

[johnslittlespoon]

Buck + Bucky Timeline Info

For fic writers or just curious readers!

Referencing different archives and articles, I've done my best to compile John and Gale's Air Force timeline pre–England, because I feel like a lot of it gets muddied and sometimes we wanna write pre–MOTA canon events lol. Hope it comes in handy!

They meet (on or around) March 29, 1940 and become Flying Cadets at Randolph Field in Texas until August 30, 1940.

Still Flying Cadets, they move to Kelly Field in San Antonio, Texas from September 9, 1940 to November 14, 1940.

Both promoted to 2nd Lieutenant Air Corp Reserve on Nov 15, 1940. A bit unsure on the events before their next promotion, because Gale seems to have gone to Barksdale Army Air Field in LA in March of 1941 for advanced flying school, but haven't found anything on whether John went too; I'm assuming he did.

Both promoted to 1st Lieutenant, Air Corp on April 25, 1942. Not clear on whether this took place in LA or back in Texas or elsewhere.

Became instructors for the 29th Bombardment Group at McDill Air Force Field in Tampa, Florida on May 25, 1942.

Promoted to Captain and transferred to Gowan Field, Boise Idaho, but possibly at different times? All I can find is that by October they were both for sure there, but Gale was promoted to Captain on July 28, 1942 and transferred then, and John was promoted to Captain in August of 1942, but it doesn't specify when he transferred.

At Gowan Field in October of 1942, Gale was promoted to Commanding Officer for the 350th Bomb Squadron/100th Bomb Group, and John was promoted to Operations Officer for the 100th Bomb Group.

Transferred to Walla Walla Army Air Field in Washington in November of 1942.

Transferred to Wendover Army Air Field in Utah in December of 1942.

Both promoted to Majors in Sioux City, Iowa in January of 1943.

Transferred to Kearny, Nebraska (assuming to Kearney Air Force Base) in February of 1943. Cue P1 of MOTA!

In May of 1943, John traveled with an advance party to Podington, England to prepare the base for the 100th Bomb Group. On May 27 1943, Gale (with the 100th) left for Bangor, Maine. From there, he flew out across the Atlantic and arrived at Thorpe Abbotts on June 9 1943. And we know what happens from then on. :-)

If any of this is incorrect or you have extra information to add to the timeline, please let me know!! I wouldn't be surprised if I've missed things, but this is how their flight school/pre–England timeline went to the best of my knowledge. Hopefully this is helpful for some other writers too! I can throw together a timeline for their missions/events during MOTA as well if that's something anyone's interested in; it's easy enough to find mission dates in comparison to finding these pre–100th dates, but it might be nice to have them all in one place. x

[starwarsanthropology]

FOX/FIVES

That'd certainly be one way of fixing it!!!

Oh I had so much fun with this as a lighting study.... thank you so much for the request!

[biblically-accurate-dca]

We brought Pizza!

it's salvageable i promise we can still share it please don't leave

[writer-by-the-sea]

Highly requested, a Sleep Aid with Elliott from Stardew Valley. Listen, and relax, and drift off to sleep as he tells you a bedtime story, writes with his feather quill, and (awkwardly/randomly) sings softly to you.

Please note, there are two versions of this upload, the first with his quill and the second without. The version with is myself writing with a glass pen, but you can hear noise in the background that I personally don't like.

Also, if you would like to send me a little gift, you can do so here (Amazon).

Script below if needed.

Enjoy, and sleep well!

Ah, I’m sorry, did I wake you? 

I had an idea for my next novel and wanted to get started. 

However, I can come back to bed– 

No? Are you sure, darling? 

I don’t want to keep you up. 

Oh, you were already having trouble sleeping? 

I’m sorry, my love. I wish I could help. 

My quill is soothing? That’s very cute. 

Would it help if I were to count sheep for you? 

1 sheep 

2 sheep

3 sheep– 

Haha oh you, don’t give me that look! Haha do you have any other ideas? 

Hm.. 

A bedtime story? 

Sure, darling. Anything to help. 

Let’s see.. 

The story begins on a beach, in the middle of nowhere, with very few around to enjoy it. 

Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, where the only sound you hear are the waves as they push and pull away from the sand, and the occasional seagull cawing in the distance. 

On this beach lived a man, alone in the world and terrified of starting life over. 

You see, he was born and raised in the city; accustomed to never seeing the stars at night, always on guard for what may lurk in the shadows, never having his own privacy even in his tiny apartment. 

He fled from his childhood home at a young age, never looking back, and never speaking to his family again. However, his dreams of becoming a writer were quickly squashed by the constant noise that surrounded him. That and the absurd cost of rent. 

And thus, he moved to the beach with nothing but a suitcase, a heart full of dreams for the future,.. and a severe case of writer’s block.

While he worried that this was a mistake, that he had wasted his tiny bit of savings for a tiny shack on the beach– as soon as he arrived, he knew this was the right decision. 

Perhaps he would never accomplish his dreams of writing a bestseller; but being here on the beach, with new neighbors, new friends, and new.. Love…

He finally felt he was home. 

It’s such a funny thing, in all of his years, he had no idea what home truly felt like. This warmth that wraps itself around your chest, squeezing you every day as a reminder that you’ve finally found the one place where you belong. 

Hah I feel the story is quite obviously about myself….

I was only living here a year or so before you arrived. Filled with similar dreams as my own, to get away from the city and start your life anew. 

Honestly, I think I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you. 

And while I was perfectly happy to spend the rest of my days as a bachelor living on the beach; I never, in my entire life, felt this way about another person. 

I don’t think I could live a single day without you in my life, otherwise I may perish. 

I look forward to waking up with you beside me every morning, your eyes heavy with sleep and filled with sand, your face buried into your pillow as if you were attempting to plant your own head into the cool silk, your yawn as you finally wake and smile back at me.. 

Yoba, I must be the luckiest man alive to have you. I love you. 

As tempting as it is to kiss your cheek, it seems that you have finally fallen asleep. 

Goodnight, my love. 

…

……..

…………

Would it be unreasonable for two strangers to fall in love in a single day? 

….

Well, I fell for you in the span of 3 whole seconds; so I don’t see why not. 

[travellingdragon]

Temeraire Server Birthday Celebration Prompts (finally all of them ^^')

Day 1: a cold night (bonus: a cold/hypothermia) Day 3: paint splatter (bonus: blood splatter) Day 4: myths made real (bonus: fever or mine)

Day 2: a chipped mug (bonus: sharp edges) Day 5: party or anniversary (bonus: giving or secret)

[goldtealeaves]

Request: Nickel centric polyam grand slams please I need him being loved rn

absolutely i'd do anything for that guy

[moeblob]

Conversations with Paul never go Right's way.

[damngoodbabysiitter]

gif request meme: Anonymous asked: Grimm + 8 - favourite romantic relationship

Monroe and Rosalee "Once I met you, you just lifted my spirits. You poured happiness back into my life. It has only gotten better ever since."

[cyanopicas]

slightly edited version of a project for my animation class yay yippee yay yippee yay yippee

im getting my gabriel design down but in my Heart and soul. he has two pairs of wings. this is because a: Wings... and b: i do not have to explain myself,

maybe i will post the finished project here..... maybe not......... i do not Know,.

[taruruchi]

Have I ever posted this old drawing of mine (Like... It says I lasted edited it on March 2024 so I'm assuming that's when I finished it)

This drawing is what prompted me to make this "part 2" actually

[distant-velleity]

vanishing act

You aren't supposed to be here.

A/N: Wrote this second-person POV "drabble" for the Ramshackle Isn't On Fire (Yet) server because I wanted to make them cry <3 Now it's here. This is not an x reader thing, this is from the perspective of my Yuusona, Yuhua/Yu (and features changes to canon based on his own actions), but maybe if you relate enough it could be about you...? Who knows. Enjoy it anyway, if you want~

~

The masquerade is, in basically every aspect, a success.

Students dance and smile at each other from beneath their masks, no matter what school they hail from. The music ranges from joyous and lively, to dramatic and passionate. Everyone is bathed in the brilliant lights, like the shining stars they are.

Everyone except you. 

You fidget with your sleeves, your mask, anything that feels vaguely uncomfortable. You watch the students, wanting to join in on the excitement despite knowing you can’t and you’re not good enough to.

You’re always like this, fading into the background. You don’t have what it takes to stay on stage for a long time. You shine bright for a short while, and then your moment is over, and you’re back to hiding in the half-light of the wings. Like you never even happened.

Why?

Because you’re a coward who always gets ahead of himself. You’re a fool who keeps biting off more than he can chew. 

You didn’t have to leave Trein in the more capable hands of the vice president and aide. You didn’t have to let go of every acquaintance while insisting they stay safe. You didn’t have to scale that bell tower with the housewardens, offering them support against the blazing flowers. You didn’t have to put yourself in danger, up above the city where even a stray shot of magic could spell your doom.

Rollo was right. You really had no stake in this at all, as a magicless person. You could have taken up his offer, you could have helped him, or you could have just done nothing at all.

Yeah. You didn’t have to do anything. It sure seems like you didn’t do anything. And now that it’s over, no one has to do anything for you. You can go back to being a nobody, a shadow on the windows who disappears with just a few “No, thank you”s and “I’ll pass”es. 

The thought of it leaves a bitter aftertaste in your mouth. 

All of a sudden, it feels like you shouldn’t be here. The lights are too bright, and the music too loud. Your skin crawls under the layers of expensive fabric with the feeling that something is wrong about your presence.

Maybe if I just vanished…

You don’t finish that thought. You don’t want to. Because you know where it will go.

You should leave. You need to leave.

You slip out of the ballroom, and shut down the part of you that hopes someone will notice.

~

writing taglist (ask to be added): @thehollowwriter @theleechyskrunkly @casp1an-sea @elenauaurs (i actually don't know who wants to be tagged here......)

[verysmallcyborg]

「 Once Taken, they are already dead... 」

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…

[squishosaur]

um!! fantasy movie time <3

bonus scene btw