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[sofy-tofy]

Where I can buy this?!? I need it-

[hollybillie]

Uploaded my little collection of Pride sweaters on ACNH today!

Creator code: MA-9079-1228-6161

LGBTQIA+ Pride: MO-VYVL-19S7-4G7L

Disability Pride: MO-WQ6K-FVB1-T344

Trans Pride: MO-8XRM-M6D9-7DFQ

Ace Pride: MO-J6NP-JXL5-M90X

Non Binary Pride: MO-RSC8-F2TM-4W77

Pan Pride: MO-FL65-BM11-2YXQ

Bi Pride: MO-J2TL-06R3-LFG7

Lesbian Pride: MO-QX40-3Q9G-GCXN

Intersex Pride: MO-613M-P210-RV8R

Gay Pride: MO-SFGS-JC1F-DQ2Q

Aro Pride: MO-RF56-RY7R-LTW9

Poly Pride: MO-YD72-HMRP-8G5L

Genderqueer Pride: MO-923D-NFGD-Y3F3

Genderfluid Pride: MO-YF5S-2LP2-RJNC

Demi Pride: MO-65DQ-8QYB-F8RQ

Agender Pride: MO-SMK7-B7XN-PNXH

[amartianonmars]

Technicality and non-binary Data for the win

Image ID below the cut

[ID: a four panel comic in grey scale with yellow accent colors for Geordi and Data's uniforms. The first panel is of Geordi and Data holding hands with Geordi in front of Data, leading him forward. Geordi, in response to their hand holding, says "No homo tho" and "lol". Data is looking down at their linked hands. The background is a light shade of grey.

The second panel is a headshot of Data at a 3/4th angle looking left at Geordi, who is offscreen. He says " Geordi, seeing as though I am an android, I am neither male or female, nor do I identify as either one." The background is a plain grey.

The third panel is a headshot of Geordi at a 3/4th angle looking right at Data, who is offscreen. He responds with a simple "oh?" The background is white with an ombre greyscale halftone going from a white to a deep grey.

The fourth panel is of Geordi and Data heavily making out, Geordi's mouth open and Data with his tongue out, both of them blushing and panting. Geordi pinned against a wall with his legs around Data's waist, his left hand on his back and his right hand squeezing his butt. Data has his right hand on Geordi's back lifting up his work uniform and exposing his back, his right hand holding up Geordi's body from his butt. Data has his left leg between Geordi's legs to hold him up, his right leg pulled back to stable them where they stand. They are against a greyscale background with white sparkles around them. /End ID.]

[the-barefoot-hatter]

when you dream...

[tevanbuckley]

me pre 7x04: yeah idrc about tommy as a love interest.

911 writers: okay but what if he was soft and kind and gentle? what if buck looks like he’s just found god when they kiss? what if he doesn’t even flinch when buck stumbles over his words because this is all new and he won’t hold that against him?

Oh and he’s also somehow so huge he makes oliver “built like a brick shithouse” stark look small by comparison? what will you do then?

[mapsthewanderer]

Caffeine, chemistry and Caleb II

(Law student POV pt. 2)

Synopsis: The café was supposed to be just another coffee shop. For a law student who enjoys her morning coffee and a shy newbie still learning the ropes, it should have been nothing more than part of the daily routine… But then there’s Caleb.

Details: 1300 words. Pt. 2! (Spring cleaning is done lol kinda) Non-MC!Reader as the law student. Expect flirting, hot af barista Caleb, jealousy blooming and plenty of banter with the newbie barista. You learn something new about Caleb—and, as always, you and the newbie are in this chaotic little mess together.

Chapters: initial doodle, pilot part 1 (law student), pilot (newbie), part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12

Tags: @gavin3469 @mipov101 @unstablemiss

Turbulence | Pt. 2

It’s been three days.

Three days. Eleven drinks. Two shaky hands. One minor caffeine-induced breakdown in the library bathroom. And not a single Caleb.

The newbie’s been your reluctant caffeine lifeline. Quiet, sharp, tongue piercing flashing when they talk, salmon-colored hair tied back messily, a silver ring glinting at the edge of their nose. They don’t ask why you keep showing up—mostly because they already know. They catch your glances at the door, your pauses when Caleb’s name is mentioned, your steady descent into coffee-fueled delusion.

They say nothing. But every time they hand you your drink, their eyes say: same hat, different clown.

But today?

Today, you’re done pretending.

You step up to the counter, drop your bag, and level them with a look.

“Okay,” you say, voice flat. “This is not a crush. This is a case study. I just need to know—when does he work? For science. National interest. Closure.”

The newbie blinks, then gives you a slow, unimpressed look.

“You could ask him yourself.”

You open your mouth to argue—just as they glance at their watch, untie their apron, and say under their breath:

“Actually… perfect timing.”

And that’s when the door opens behind you.

You feel him before you see him. The shift in energy. The hum in the air. The ghost of that smirk from three days ago.

Then his voice, warm and amused:

“Hey.”

You turn around.

There he is—Caleb. Dressed in the same soft black shirt, hair slightly mussed, sleeves already rolled like he’s here to work and ruin your life.

He walks past you toward the counter, claps the newbie on the shoulder with easy affection, and ruffles their hair like it’s a normal thing people survive.

The newbie’s whole body goes still.

They turn to you, dead-eyed, mouthing: Kill me.

Then they mutter something about their shift ending and vanish into the back before Caleb can do more damage.

You’re still smiling when he turns around and spots you.

“Oh hey,” he says, tying his apron behind his back, eyes bright with something unreadable. “Didn’t expect to see you this late.”

You shrug, trying to keep your cool. “Guess I’m still unpredictable.”

His grin curves. “You wanna try something weird?”

You blink.

“I’ve been thinking about this drink all week,” he continues, moving behind the counter. “Coffee. With apple juice.”

You stare. “That sounds like a war crime.”

He laughs. “Exactly. But it might also be genius. C’mon—let me make it for you. Worst case, you hate it and I owe you a real drink.”

He’s already reaching for the espresso.

And somehow, you’re already saying yes.

You watch as he works. Veins shifting under his forearms as he moves so precise, so practiced, you’re tempted to file an official complaint with the Department of Hot People Doing Too Much. He talks while he works—voice low, casual, like this is all completely normal. Like he doesn’t know what he’s doing to you.

“Apple juice cuts the bitterness. Adds brightness. Kind of a shock to the system, but in a good way.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That sounds like a tagline for your whole personality.”

He smirks without looking up. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He finishes the drink, slides it across the counter toward you. The cup is warm, the smell… confusing. Like summer and danger and something that should probably not be consumed without signing a waiver.

“Try it,” he says, watching you.

You hesitate. Not because you don’t trust the drink—but because he’s watching you like this matters. Like your opinion on this weird little experiment is somehow important.

And it shouldn’t feel intimate, but it does.

You lift the cup, take a cautious sip.

It’s—good?

Weird. But good. Tangy, slightly sweet, the coffee mellowed into something strange and spark-bright on your tongue. You blink, surprised.

“Well?” he asks.

You look up at him, lips still on the rim of the cup.

“…This is actually kind of amazing.”

His smile is slow, satisfied. “Told you.”

You lower the cup, trying not to look like you’re about to write an entire thesis on the way he’s leaning forward just slightly, hands braced on the counter like you’re the only thing in the room.

You glance at the drink again, then up at him. “What made you think of it?”

He shrugs, leaning back against the counter. “I just have a thing for apples.”

And that’s when you see it.

The thin chain around his neck catches the light as he shifts—barely visible under the collar of his shirt. It slips out just enough to show what’s been hiding all along:

A dog tag.

And next to it, resting against the metal, a tiny apple charm.

You freeze.

You’ve seen it before. Or maybe you haven’t. Maybe you’ve been too distracted by everything else. But now, it’s all you can see.

Delicate. Meaningful. Not self-gifted. Not accidental.

Someone gave that to him.

And it’s been there. Long enough to be worn down at the edges. Long enough to become a part of him.

You look back down at your drink.

He didn’t make it for you.

He made it because apples mean something to him. Because she made them mean something.

And you hate that it matters. But it does.

You sip again. Slower. Trying not to show your face.

Trying not to wonder if everything about him is already spoken for.

You sit back down at your usual table with the coffee-apple crime still in hand, but your appetite for it has cooled. You pretend to read a paragraph of case law and get through maybe five words.

Because you’re still thinking about the necklace.

The charm.

Her.

Is she like you? Blonde? Quiet? Loud? Prettier? Softer? Did she work here? Was she the one who taught him to like apple juice in his coffee, or worse—did she drink it first?

You’re spiraling, and you know it.

You adjust your blazer. Reread the same line three times.

Across the room, Caleb’s voice drifts through the hum of espresso and indie guitar.

It’s just coffee. He makes drinks. You’re not special. This is nothing.

You take another sip.

…It’s still good. Damn it.

The newbie walks past your table on their way out, shooting you a look that says you okay? without bothering to say it out loud.

You raise your eyebrows in a silent do not even start.

They shrug like fine, but as they pass, they murmur:

“Don’t look too hard at the charm. You’ll drive yourself crazy.”

You whip around to say excuse me?, but they’re already gone. Vanished through the entrance with a pling of the doorbell, leaving you with your overactive brain and that damn necklace burned into your memory.

You try to recover. Get your bag together. Your pride. Your notes.

And just as you’re slipping your laptop back into its case, you hear him behind you:

“Hey, Golden Girl.”

You turn, eyes wide.

He’s leaning against the counter again, arms folded, apron dusted with a bit of cinnamon.

“I’m working the early shift tomorrow,” he says. “Should I make a cup of sin for you again, or… are you too scared to handle it twice?”

There’s that smirk.

That exact smirk.

And just like that, every ounce of composure you rebuilt cracks apart like a dropped glass.

You force a smile. Steady. Controlled.

“Careful,” you say lightly. “Turbulence, remember?”

He flashes that grin, all white teeth and silent challenge. “Trust me. I’m a trained pilot.”

You walk out, smile still frozen on your lips, heart pounding in your chest like a full-on procedural hearing is taking place in there.

And as soon as the door shuts behind you, you mutter under your breath:

“I’m lawyering the hell out of that apple girl.”

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Part 3

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Writer’s note: So when I say my drafts are empty, I don’t mean literally—but you’ve successfully squeezed the last half-decent AU I had kinda ready since you wanted the law student with the MC existing. I was just too scared to commit lol. Congrats, you’ve all unlocked the “fine, I’ll post it” hidden achievement on my tumblr. We can always make the MC disappear if you change your mind (said with Colonel Caleb intensity)

I’m honestly amazed (and so grateful) that people enjoy this simple AU of mine—thank you for the comments, likes, and reblogs! Muah!

Let me know if you’d like more, dear reader! I’ll be off doodling my newfound Apothecary Diaries AU in the meantime—before dropping a headcanon for all the boiis later this week, hehe. Okey then, thank you for reading 🫶🏻

[r-aindr0p]

uhh don't mind this just posting it to archive in the oc tag for later in summer- Sk8 oc I redesigned from an old sketchbook drawing skater name, JUDAS And I have 0 name idea :)) They're a cat sitter outside of skating races

No particular signification on the design besides the usual fixation, I just wanted to make him all colorful like all the characters in the show

Preparing a bit in advance for artifght, sort of- I'm never ever organized anyway. Might go down the "oops all priest ocs" road, I don't know yet-

[merakiui]

You think Idia would pass out if a girl poked him?

I think he'd pass out if anyone poked him or even perceived him. T_T he's so skittish and it only worsens if the object of his affection and desire is suddenly paying attention to him. Like, what did he do to raise your affection bar and have you acknowledge his presence????? He's sorry for existing and breathing the same air as you. Please just leave him be... treat him like a bug you found beneath a rock,,, ignore him and let him return to his hikikomori life. >_< as he thought, it's much easier to interact online or to simply watch you through the campus security feed he's hacked into.

Ortho says it's you "being friendly" and "extending a hand of friendship," but Idia knows better than to delude himself with those fluffy, romantic, slice-of-life sort of tropes. No way an SSR-tier person like you would ever pay him any mind out of your own volition!!!! OTL

This is basically Idia the moment he triggers an irl interaction event with you:

[stariez-artz]

felt like dropping some PaperRings art

[achlyisdumb]

Hollow Escape AU

Chapter 1: Part 5/6

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[who-the-fuck-are-you-bruh]

[quibbs126]

A random thing I devised in my head today that I just randomly feel like sharing. Probably isn't much good though, and I probably won't do anything with the idea, I just feel like telling, I guess

Basically this just stemmed from me thinking of the idea of Transformers One Orion and D-16 being unaware for a comically long time that they have a sparkling coming, mostly because the cogless bots are not given proper education on the matter given they aren't supposed to have sparklings. But also I found the idea funny

But also it's not like just straight up a normal pregnancy, there's at least a pod/egg stage, and even during that time, they are unaware

The situation I best devised in my head actually has no carrying cycle at all for them, but instead, while in the mines one day, one of them finds a really cool looking glowing metal rock, and they decide to just take it back home with them since it doesn't look like mineable Energon anyways. It's also comfortably warm to the touch, nice to cuddle

It's actually a sparkling pod, but they don't know that. Granted, assuming that this is where sparklings usually come from, you'd assume they'd be more briefed on the subject, but I don't know, maybe they don't normally appear this deep underground. And Orion probably smuggled it back because Elita likely wouldn't let him keep random cave junk, especially if it glows

So they take it back, taking turns as to who has it, and giving it a nice and comfortable little display to watch it from (its glow also seems to fluctuate based on its comfortability, but they brush it off as them not really understanding how rocks work), some miners probably joke about how it's basically their sparkling the way they treat it (they are also unaware), but they don't really care

Then the movie happens, and afterwards when Optimus comes to move his old stuff (as well as D-16's), he decides to take their glowy rock with him, as a reminder of their old life and how happy they used to be. However shortly after, the rock stops glowing entirely, something that has never happened before. Optimus doesn't really know why it happened, but it makes him sad and doesn't help the symbolic meaning, as it seems like their past has seemingly completely died out, and even his old ways can't save it like it used to

Then the next morning, he wakes up to find the rock crumbled and destroyed, but also, that a small sparkling conveniently the same size as the rock is now in his room, either exploring or sleeping right next to him. And he quickly realizes "Oh shit that was a pod. We accidentally incubated a whole child"

[jedi-enthusiasm-blog]

The Heart of a Jedi

It is a common belief in the galaxy that the Jedi are not permitted to love. Silently, some people mourn the children given to the Jedi, believing they will be brainwashed to hide their emotions and be unable to love. Disdainfully, some parents who don't wish to give their children to the Order claim that their children will never know love if they are taken in by the Order.

But love is a word with many connotations. How can a Jedi affirm or deny such accusations when they may be working with widely different definitions of the same word? When beings can mean any number of disparate emotions, many compatible with their way or life and many others contradictions of their code, values and vows?

The Jedi do not claim love is forbidden to them. How could they, with what love means to them? Saying love is allowed is misleading, and saying it's encouraged severely understates how important love is to them.

Love is essential, central to a Jedi's life. One cannot be a Jedi if they are devoid of love.

The Jedi do not claim that love is forbidden to them, as they share an ideal of kindness and compassion for all forms of life.

How could they strive towards this without love, as they understand it? Not affection, necessarily, for a Jedi must be compassionate even towards those they dislike. Rather, a deep respect for life, an attempt to understand it and its connections, and an endless drive to reduce suffering where they can.

That, to a Jedi, is love.

A Jedi must love everybody. They love the starving, the abused and the slaves of the galaxy, because they need their help. They love pirates, slavers, and corrupt politicians, when they dislike and want to stop them.

They even love the Sith.

But for many beings in the galaxy, that is not enough. For many beings in the galaxy, that is not love. And as long as the Jedi reject the cruel thing the galaxy calls love, that grasps and steals and demands to own, long as the Jedi accept the inevitability of death, the futility of holding on to what is not meant to be held, there will be those that call the Jedi loveless.

How sad, a Jedi would say, to be unable to conceive love without cruelty.

[whisperwillyou]

God I fucking love Oda.

This man is the only person I trust, the light of my life, Oda would never betray me.

This man has endured 20+ years of people bugging him to put romance in one piece or give Luffy a love interest despite his consistent stance that romance was never going to be a part of one piece because he prefers friendship/family dynamics.

I hope Oda knows that all the friendship/found family girlies and the romance averse people and the AroAce’s all owe him our lives

Never gonna see friendship get pushed to the side to make room for romance in One Piece 🙏

[punksalmon]

fanart of my own short fic (translated here)

[rainfeathers]

starting off with this thing I drew. Idk it was a cool scene. I rarely draw humans so it took me ages but Vivia is neat I like him. Even if he’s a yapper