#nova tag

[onewingedsparrow]

Frito-Lay wishes they had me on their advertising team 👉😎👉

Also I guess I'm starting a new collection of these posts now, here's where it all began, as well as the most recent installment

This image is dedicated to @novafire-is-thinking, who never asked for this. You're welcome in advance 😂

[hyunjungjae]

AMORES, pra não haver mais contas apagadas sem querer, vou ensinar pra pessoas novas ou quem já tá aqui há um tempo mas não sabe, como que apaga um blog secundário nesse app confuso

(eu querendo dizer algo como se soubesse tb como funciona, ENFIM)

Quem tem mais de um blog sabe, mas aí vocês clicam aqui

ai vai aparecer todos os blogs que vocês tem (criei esse jaesccosmic só pra mostrar como exemplo)

e aí vocês vão arrastar o blog pra essa direção da seta

e eh pra aparecer esse ‘delete’ ou ‘deletar’, ai vcs apertam em deletar

logo o tumblr vai pedir a sua senha pra ter certeza de que você quer deletar

quando colocar sua senha, puff o blog terá desaparecido

NÃO é pra ir na engrenagenzinha no canto superior direito, e apertar em ‘deletar conta’ pensando que é só aquela que ta sendo deletada, porque não é!!

se você se deparar com essa imagem ao querer apagar apenas um blog secundário, não aperte em deletar, se não vai deletar TODOS os seus blogs

e a aula de hoje eh essa queridos, espero que tenham aprendido❤️ qualquer dúvida me mandem uma ask ou me chamem na dm!!

detalhe: percebam que quando eu apertei pra deletar apenas o jaesccosmic, ele falou na mensagem ‘tem certeza de que quer deletar o jaesccosmic?’

ja na outra ali de deletar conta, ele não citou um blog específico, ele só perguntou se eu queria deletar > tudo <.

[janfraiser]

“he's very worried” for tk please!!! maybe the “he” is carlos but honestly do what u want with it 🩷

tysm for sharing this prompt list w me and for sending this prompt, i have missed my LS blorbos so muchhh. definitely a short drabble bc i am still new to writing EDs specifically, so here's a little snapshot from some vibes in my head 🩷 tw for mentions of drug use and weight loss

"Carlos thinks you're using again," Nancy says, because they're doing truck checks at five am, too hyped up to sleep but too exhausted to think, and she can't come up with any other way to start this conversation. "He's very worried."

TK's whole body jerks as he looks up at her. "Wh-what?"

She shrugs, looking away from the eye contact. "You just... don't seem like yourself, I dunno. And you've lost a lot of weight."

At that, TK gives a tired half-smile. "You think so?" He runs a hand over his chest, and the motion draws her attention to just how loosely the Austin EMS t-shirt hangs over his frame.

"Not in a good way," Nancy clarifies, wincing at how harshly the words come out. "In a, 'dude, are you sure you're not shooting up after shift' way."

"Don't worry, Nance," TK assures her, a frown tugging at his lips. "No drugs, promise. Just a good all-natural detox." The AED beeps obnoxiously as he turns it on to check the battery.

"Well, that's good to hear," she says, even though her stomach is twisting uncomfortably. It almost makes her feel worse to think that TK's current state is on purpose. "Maybe you should, y'know, talk to Carlos about the, uh, detox." She stares intently at their OB kit, hoping she's not coming across as suspicious. "It might make him feel better. I bet both of you could stand to get stuff off your chest." She peeks over her shoulder at him.

"Oh, nah, we're fine," TK dismisses. "We're great, actually. What's the code for the drug box?"

"Shit, I forget." Nancy stands to go find the captain, and their bubble is burst.

Whatever's going on with TK, she's not gonna find out all of it right now.

[every-eye-evermore]

Woke up at 6:30 am to sew my dog a Christmas themed handkerchief. I’m becoming an unrecognizable type of person, but doesn’t she look so darling?

id: a black Australian Shepard smiling at the camera, wearing a red bandana with fuzzy edges and a white ball sewn on the end, in front of a Christmas tree

[partiallypearl]

But I guess that we did it on purpose

happy birthday @medusanova!! i hope your day went lovely. 

[punksarahreese]

“You don’t get to call me that.” for estrangement omggg

Heat of the Moment

Estrangement | Exes!AU

Ship: Reesker

CW: accusations of abuse

WC: 1076

They had been yelling for a while, to the point where Sarah expected someone from PD to come banging on the door about a noise complaint. Ava had backed herself into the wall beside her fishtank, mirroring Sarah’s closed off body language that urged her to stay back. Startled eyes tracked her every movement, noting every shift and step the other woman took.

She wasn’t sure how this argument started, just like everyone before it. Sarah had let herself in with a huff, tossing her keys onto the coffee table and not bothering to pick them up when they slipped onto the pristine grey carpet. That’s where her eyes stayed frozen as she looked for words, searching for a way to convey what she wanted.

“You keep me isolated,” Ava’s whisper was barely audible, “When was the last time I went out with friends? The last time I met up with you and your friends? I don’t have anyone but you in Chicago, Sarah, and part of me wonders if you wanted to keep it that way!”

“Don’t you dare say that,” Sarah spat, “Your inability to make friends is not my fault at all.”

“Right, so the way no one ever thinks to acknowledge me when they invite you out right in front of me, that’s all coincidence?’

Sarah scoffed, “Well I think your totally approachable personality could be to blame, Ava.”

“I have a personality disorder, Sarah!” Ava’s tone matched hers as she uncrossed her arms, visibly shaking. She was looking at her girlfriend in disbelief, wondering where on earth the understanding, loving woman she knew went in all of this.

“That doesn’t excuse anything.”

“I never said it did. It’s an explanation, Sarah, not an excuse. You know how hard I have worked to be better socially, you know I’m trying. You of all people would know…”

Sarah ignored the way she blinked rapidly, if she did she might lose her courage. If she acknowledged the hurt in her girlfriend’s watery eyes, she might drop the subject and then the cycle would begin anew. Love and care turning to small conflicts and then even bigger meltdowns. It wouldn’t change, it wouldn’t stop; not unless Sarah fought back.

“They’ve noticed.”

“What?”

Sarah never once met her gaze, “At the hospital, they talk. They talk about how you act and how unfeeling you are. They wonder if you care about anyone but yourself. Your fights with Connor, your involvement with his dad. People have been talking for months.”

“I never did anything with Cornelius-”

“I’m not finished,” she said firmly, “They’ve talked to me, Ava. They ask if everything is okay at home. We say we’re dating but they never see us outside of work, not together. Some of the nurses ask if I’m okay, if there’s something wrong in our relationship.”

“I didn’t think anything was wrong… We just don’t do PDA, we aren’t those people. Sarah you know I never did anything with Connor’s dad and my relationship with Connor was a mutual issue. I’m not unfeeling, you know better than anyone that I feel too much. It’s why I have to depersonalize at work, otherwise I will break down.”

“Ava, I have been researching,” Sarah sighed, “Cluster B disorders… I think you were misdiagnosed.”

“Sarah Reese, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t you dare say it.”

Unruly curls bounced as she shook her head rapidly, mind racing too much to listen for the hurt in Ava’s voice. She had poured over countless journals and information for months, asking every psychiatrist she knew for information. Her notebook was littered with notes, messy beyond legibility for anyone else, all citing experiences she had recalled. Sarah had even reached out to her mom, something she never did anymore, asking for stories about her dad. She recited every observed behaviour and memory she had about the two of them, Ava and her dad, long enough that a connection bloomed in her mind.

“Your behaviour is concerning,” she started, “I can’t ignore it anymore, Ava. I wonder if you feel anything, really, because it doesn’t seem like it sometimes. I don’t want to believe you’re lying to me but that's all I can think now. Is all of it made up, do you really love me?”

“Sarah, I care about you so-”

Can you really love me? I think I have a habit of finding people who remind me of the man I grew up without… I begin to wonder if the pattern has any substance. The way you act, some of the things you’ve said, it doesn’t add up. I don’t think you’re borderline, Ava, I think you have ASPD.”

“Sarah,” tears had started tracking down Ava’s cheeks as the pain bubbled in her chest, “Don’t say that. You can’t diagnose me. I have trauma, I have all the markers of BPD and OCD. I was diagnosed after the last incident in my twenties, you know that; you read my notes. What are you even saying?”

“I’m saying people are asking if you abuse me emotionally,” Sarah’s voice was unlike she had ever heard before, cold and ripping at her heart like daggers, “My mind keeps comparing you to my dad and it all makes sense now. I’m saying I am starting to believe what they said may be true. I think maybe I flock to abusers with pretty words and lies-”

“No!” Ava’s scream rang through her apartment, punctuated by a thud as she backed into the wall again. Tears were freefalling down her face and leaving clumps of mascara behind, highlighting the agony she felt as she was staring at the woman she loved. Her hands shook violently as she tried to channel everything she felt into a feasible emotion, feeling like everything would bubble up until it exploded.

“You- you don’t get to call me that! After everything… How fucking dare you, Sarah? A-after I tried so hard, for years, to not become like the people who hurt me. You can call me a lot of things but psychopath? Abuser? I would never hurt you, and certainly not like this.”

“Ava, the research shows-”

“Out!” she screeched and scrambled to grab Sarah’s keys off the carpet, tossing them towards the door to make distance between them. She backed up again, arms crossed tightly around her body, “Get out, Sarah.”

[medievalwife]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE GIRLSAINT 🫀

@expromqueen

[princenothinq]

:-) friend nova

[oasisofgalaxies]

Doodled my darling for the first time in ages

[aromanticbuck]

14 + 16 for the one chicago asks!!!

14. hank voight or alvin olinsky?

as much as hank has grown on me more recently, i am an olinsky girlie first and a human being second.

16. favorite female character on pd?

kim 🥰

[ one chicago asks ]

[baezdylan]

Joooo you changed your name again, its so pretty (also we’re matching - greek god themed)

How are you doing?

Much love 🫶🏻🫶🏻

NOVAAAAAAAAAAAA 🤩 HIIIIIIIII 🌻☀️

I'M DOING GREAT!!! (it's sunny. i am living up to this url) I AM SOOOOO HAPPY TO HEAR FROM YOU!!! and soooo glad we're matching djdkfkrl love you, friend 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

[onewingedsparrow]

Six Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @novafire-is-thinking! Thank you! <3 I know this was a tag from a while ago, but here it is, finally, lol Rise of the Beasts has inspired me greatly, so I wanted to write something for it ✨ ~ Optimus stared intently at the projection Arcee’s visor was generating. Such a curious hologram it was—some sort of oblong, hunched-over being, with narrow but chunky appendages, and transparent protrusions on its back, boasting a fuzzy frame splashed with bold markings of black and yellow. “B,” said Optimus Prime, “what is this creature that you are showing me?” As the knobby horns of his helmet perked, the young bot straightened his back; his optics seemed to shine brighter as a soft, shy voice answered from his radio, “Bumblebee.” So this is what you spoke of, Optimus realized, as even this small piece of new knowledge transformed his entire perspective towards the name he had never before understood. He then touched a hand to his friend’s shoulder, fully aware of how his voice became huskier as he replied, “Your human friend chose aptly...’Bee.” ~ Tagging (only if you want!) @louwhose @maqiisan @afaroffsong @flutefemme @zelzenik and anybody else who wants to join ;) Also tagging @novafire-is-thinking in case you wanted to do this again! :D

[soliloquy-system]

is it a big host thing to be going about your day for a while, while forgetting you're a system? and then like you see texts or pictures and you're like 'wait what is- oh right DID other people use this body'

[janfraiser]

"I'm excited to see you changing a lot of dirty diapers in the near future." is SO rhekker oh my god. any au I just need to see one of them say it to the other

Look IDK if I'm fully embracing the rhekker brainrot rn but this prompt is scratching my brain today, so... set in this AU which will hopefully be updated at some point,,,, I'm sorry AO3 readers

Ava is leaning against the kitchen counters, admiring the view from the wide, crystal-clear windows, when she feels a gentle touch on her shoulder and turns at the sound of ice clinking in a glass. Connor offers her the lemonade with a smile, mimicking her posture as he leans against the counter himself.

"I'm glad you're moving in," her boyfriend says. "I'm excited to get everything actually set up-- now that the nursery is painted, we can start putting furniture together and stuff." He smirks. "I'm even excited about the number of apparently useless pillows you've added to my bed."

Ava pouts briefly before sipping at her lemonade. "Half of them are just because of all this," she points out, gesturing to her cumbersome bump. "If it weren't for the body pillow, I don't know how I'd get comfortable to sleep."

"Fair point," Connor concedes, but the glimmer in his eyes tells her he has another retort coming. "I definitely don't want to risk being around you on too little sleep."

"You do realize we're only a few months away from having a newborn, right?" she jabs. "Neither of us will be getting much sleep then."

"That's true, but it's for a good cause." Connor hops up a little to sit on the counter. "Okay, but seriously, Avey-- what are you most excited for?"

She puts her lemonade down and moves to stand between his knees, running her hands down his forearms. "I'm excited to see you changing a lot of dirty diapers in the near future."

When Connor laughs, his whole face changes, joy written into every crease and the way his eyes scrunch shut. Ava feels a spark of warmth in her chest, a contentment beyond the simple fun of teasing and relaxing together.

"I'm excited that I'm excited," she adds, more quietly, and Connor's hands tug her closer, so she's leaning fully on him even though her feet are on the floor. "I was so stressed and-- and a little scared about how the hell I was going to handle all this at the beginning. I know you were always ready to support me, but I wasn't, not at first. I was so scared that I was going to hate this the whole time, and then I would be a terrible mum, but... I'm happy, Connor. And I'm so relieved."

He cups her face in his hands, the gentle smile back on his face. "You're going to be a great mom, Ava."

She tilts her head up as he leans down to give her a kiss. "I really hope so."

[purple-dahlias]

could we get a tsf for the ballet au please? 🥺🥺

“I was wondering where you’d got to,” Sarah hears a familiar voice, and turning around, she finds Ava in the midst perching herself on the back rest of the bench Sarah was sitting on.

“Well, you found me,” Sarah smiles, closing her sketchbook, pencil tucked between the pages, as she turns to face Ava, bringing a leg up to rest on the bench and tucking her knee under her chin. She decides not to read into the fact that Ava had been looking for her.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Ava gestures to the sketchbook balancing precariously across Sarah’s left leg. “What were you drawing anyway?” Ava asks, taking a bite out of the apple in her hand.

“Nothing special, really. Just the scenery, the people over by the duck pond,” Sarah gestures across the park, where couples stroll, mothers push prams, young children chase after each other, sunlight glistening over the pond. In of itself, without being translated into paper, it’s already a work of art: the lush green of the trees form the perfect frame.

“May I see?”

“O-oh, if- if you’d like,” Sarah opens up the book, handing it over. She’s still not used to people taking an interest in her, least of all Ava. She watches as Ava studies the sketch, eyes tracking back and forth across the page.

“You really are a woman of many talents, Sarah Reese,” Ava looks up with a smile. “I never knew you were such an artist.”

Sarah’s about to respond, to protest, that ‘it’s nothing, really,’ when Ava flips back to the previous page. She watches Ava’s eyebrows raise, her fingers still as she holds the book.

“This is… this is me,” Ava says, after a beat, still not looking up.

The sketch is one of Ava in the studio, hair pulled back into a sleek bun.

Sarah had all but forgotten that was in there, and she mentally kicks herself for not being more careful.

All she can do is nod, unsure of where to go from there.

“When did you do this?” Ava asks, finally.

“Tuesday, when you wanted to stay on later, and I took a break. I hope, I hope you don’t mind? You just looked so elegant and graceful, I just, I don’t know, felt I had to capture it.”

“Mind? Oh Reese, you’re adorable, of course I don’t. I’m rather flattered actually,” Ava laughs, standing up from the bench. “In fact, I’d like a copy.”

“There’s no need to make fun,” Sarah looks mortified.

“I’m not. And would I lie to you?” Ava asks, feigning offence and linking arms with Sarah.

“Only if it were about deadlines for an audition or something,” Sarah laughs as the two head back towards the studio.

[fighterkimburgess]

just saw the news and you were literally the first person i thought of. this is so exciting !!!!!!!

I AM SO EXCITED.

Also exhausted. But excited. Holy crap it’s REAL