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[kharmii]

Could you show that one submas pic again? The one that looks like it's based off the Mewtwo breaking out of the lab scene from that one pokémon movie? Thx!

Art credit: JayKimEl@JayKimEleven

I don't remember that one, Anon. Did I post it before? If I come across it in the future, I'll post it eventually. If anyone reading this knows what the picture is, please send me a link to the artist.

ETA: Might have been this.

[writeforfandoms]

I, absolutely love your writing, I think I've read born for greatness like 4 times now, along with all your other shifter stories ;w;

I dont know if you do requests but I had to get this put down somewhere and I feel like you would be the perfect author to present this idea I had to just, prent it to you in a little glowy box with opera coming from within.

So- everyone knows how marine parks like SeaWorld or marine land used to catch their orcas yes? The rounding up of pods and then the separation of calves from their mothers.

I present to you the tidbit of brain that said to me me last night 'Human 141 who work at a marine research/rescue center who get a call about an orca being kept in a holding pen at a dilapidated waterpark that had been abandoned a few months earlier. It's a dire situation as the orca being kept has been alone and starving for a couple weeks. The 141 set out to save this orca and sucsessfuly bring them back to be taken care of and nursed back to health. In this time they find out their a shifter and speak to them about their life. After that they make it their goal to reunite the orca shifter with their pod- because -

(interesting tidbit time) orcas are known to live just as long if not longer then humans, they also have their own dialects! (This is why an orca from Japan can not communicate with an orca from Off the coast of Cape Breton) and this means that technically calves who had been stolen from the wild could (theortically) be rehabilitated and set free once more, they would find their pod and reunite with their family.

The 141 end up reuniting the orca with their family who are absolutely ecstatic to have found them again, the the orca shifter dosent wana leave, so the 141 (who's owns baste amount of sea that they've procured as protected land) propose the pod live in the protected waters. So now everything the 141 steps outside their little cottages they see a large pod of orca shifters happily living right outside their facility, one who regularly shifts back to be around their saviors on land

I just had to get this down somewhere, and thought this would be perfect idea to present to you, even if you dont do anything with it lol! Love your works, keep up the good work!

First, thank you so so much! I know you sent this in weeks ago but I needed to read this this morning. So thank you. This means more to me than you know.

Second, sorry for hanging on to this for a bit.

Third... this is brilliant. I love this. So much. I love the idea of orca shifters! They spend most of their lives shifted but occasionally become human... probably for prank purposes. Its probably like a teenage rite of passage kind of thing. Which is just adorable.

And the 141 finding her original pod for her?? My heart!! And then offering the protected waters and watching out for the pod. Just. All of this is absolutely heart warming. This is absolutely my kind of idea. Good bit of angsty hurt with a solid dose of comfort and happy ending.

I'm gonna put this on a back burner for now because life is a wee bit too much right now BUT trust me I absolutely adore this idea!! I'm writing it down in my ideas folder to keep track of. Because I want to revisit this.

I'm already thinking of why the abandoned park had a shifter, and shift-preventing devices, and the utter callousness of leaving her because anyone else would remove the device and she could get a lot of people in a lot of trouble... mwahaha.

Thank you so much friend!

[serious-tabaxi]

[ pft, nah. i'm just some guy who likes to play games. =] ]

I suppose games are fun....

if I may ask, what kind of games do you play?

[undyingmedium]

~ cont. from here

"Indeed. No indiscreet eyes can pry beyond the shadows, unless they're strong enough to resist them. That either calls for privacy or interesting encounters, I believe."

The lantern paints Anika's pale features and dark circles under her eyes with an enhanced contrast, which almost makes her appear eerie. The soft, confident smile seems to be dimming at the other's attitude towards her. She glances to her empty side for a moment, then her gaze moves up and down along the dark robed figure in front of her. "Unless you plan to disattend my expectations, at least."

@forbiddenacademia

[draconxs]

@rcmancedawn lil Whitey Bay and Big Mom's kids every second of every day they spend on that ship of giants

[rizzmin]

moots please give insta 🛐

[squeeze-lemons-in-my-eyes]

Sat in my designated corner in the staff canteen and everyone has just come to sit with me, what the fuck?

[verajohn100]

[misscrazyfangirl321]

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[villainthey-a]

i would like to write my MILF , thank you. like this for a start or ask from Celina.

[halliescomut]

So....if y'all read my KimChay Songfic (link here), I gots a question. I intended it to be 2 parts, but I heard another song that gave me some inspiration for another chapter, would you like me to try to write it? The idea is a bit more abstract than the first two, I had an immediate idea and sort of outline for those. It did change a bit through the actual writing, but the same concept and general outline is there.

This song, not country, nor from the last century actually from 2015, so practically current as far my music tastes run. Would likely be Kim POV'd though I think technically I write 3rd person omniscient (I've been out of school almost 20 years). Will definitely be more fluff than the first two chapters, but Kim is full of angst so....

Anyway, if you've read the fic, please comment and let me know if you'd be interested in more. If you haven't read it yet, it's only about 13,000 words, a relatively short read and the link is at the top of this post and you can comment on the fic, or here.

And here's a gif for you for reading (I just fuckin love the face Jeff makes here 😂)

[guiltypleasurefandomface]

Holy fuck you are obtuse. You have the reading comprehension of a slug. Bi people are not clinging to headcanons. Stop using that absolute brain dead fandom term while we are talking about living people. Bi people are looking for representation and history. I'm saying you treat Freddie and his band mates and THEIR LIVING CHILDREN as dolls in your weird fanfictions. You get all up in arms at young gay people for resonating with a queer icon, but write slash fiction of that same man's alive, straight bamdmates while pointing and laughing at young queer people. While I can understand your insistence of Freddie's sexuality from a point of historical accuracy, you are an incredibly weird hypocrite. You and your shitty middle aged friends have been pointing and laughing at young queer people for trying to resonate with Freddie and attempting to look at that in bad faith; ie like they would align themselves with the homophobic press. And that is so vile. Did you and your friends have a good laugh at the expense of bi people? Did it feel good? Is it nice to know your friends are harassing another queer person just for the sake of relating to Freddie? Did you win? You and your lot are seriously pathetic. As a bi person it doesn't break my heart that Freddie is gay. You writing a little PS doesn't rain on my parade. We are both both beautiful gay together. You've just made you and your friends look like asses to a small portion of the internet and I honestly feel bad for you.

Im posting this purely because instead of doing something worthwhile, you wrote out this longarsed message to me and I wouldn't like you to think I've given up this argument.

But a) yes people are clinging to the idea that Freddie was bisexual, and we know that from all of those who keep saying Freddie was Bi. And he only loved Mary. I'm not just randomly throwing out accusations. That is what people are shouting off at in various notes on various posts, which is what I was responding to in the first place. This isn't all about you. Or even bisexual fans. It's about the fans who keep calling him bisexual and saying by stating he was in fact gay, it's erasing bisexual culture. And if you want to argue about that, go argue with the fans adamantly arguing those things, not me.

B) middle aged. Ouch.

C) I'm stating the fact that he was gay on posts that cross my dashboard calling Freddie bisexual. I'm replying to asks on my blog, sent to my Inbox. Who is harassing who here? Who is going out of their way to throw baseless accusations at who, here?

D) no, the Freddie fans calling him bisexual and using is relationship with Mary as evidence, over the fact the man himself called himself gay and invalidating his wonderful relationship with Jim Hutton are making themselves look like asses. My "little friends" are probably not all short and are just going about our day.

Thanks for checking in!

P.S Freddie was Gay.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[hansoeii]

we go just right.