#now we'll return to our regularly scheduled programming

[ageless-aislynn]

Okay, so far so good on having reinstalled Word 2003 (my beloved 🤗) yesterday! Pros: I have access to my previous drafts and other WIPs but the main thing is that it's just so much more comfortable for me to write in. Cons: I have access to my previous drafts and other WIPs and so I've been working on THE WRONG THINGS. Instead of "15 Minutes" or "Recreation," I've gone back to one of my Mass Effect Andromeda fics. You know, that I have no plan to ever post or for anybody else to ever read?

Me @ my writing muse:

Oh well. It's weird but I ended up finding Gil to be a total comfort character, both in playing the game as to who to romance (I have to FIGHT the urge to have Scott romance him every single playthrough, just like I have to do for Sara and Reyes and Sara and Vetra), in vidding

(this one literally has some of my most favorite vidding scene/lyric matches, "then you smiled over your shoulder" at :32 is what made me want to even try this song in the first place, but I was really lucky with how many of the other actual scenes straight-up did fit, IMO: "for a minute I was stone-cold sober" right after that is genuinely what was emotionally happening there, "I knew I loved you then but I never showed" at :45 is also kinda honestly what Gil was doing; bonus shout-out to "even when we're ghosts" at 1:06 when the Tempest activates the Ghost Storm tech, lol)

and now in writing.

Oh well, at least I'm writing, right? Maybe I'll get this bit of ME:A Gil fic out of my system and then get back to my patiently waiting WIPs.

Silver Team: *looks around, sees Ais off faffing about on the Tempest*

No, guys, wait, I promise I'll be there ASAP!

See? Here I come right now, running right to get back to work!

Heh. 🤷‍♀️😇😉

[minamill]

Jo McCarthy might live fast and love furiously, but she found her family <3

I hope you've had as much fun as I did and now we'll be returning to our regularly scheduled Summers programing

[warsofasoiaf]

I am so embarrassed of what just happened. I can't believe this is our leadership...

I should say that it was a shocking display of unpresidential conduct, indicative of significant mental decline, and that we have entered a terrible nadir in American politics and presidential presence. That this displays a troubling concern for our allies and signals a massive win to China, who has watched as its greatest political rival consume itself because it was bored.

But you know what, fuck it, I'm pissed. We've elected a fucking bitch-baby for President. An obese sun-rotted lump with the emotional control of a spoiled toddler is our commander-in-chief. This impotent jackass needs mommy to tell him he's so big and strong after he's shit himself.

Can't wait to hear his cultists clap and bark like inbred seals about how *tough* he was about standing up for American pride. HE HAD A TEMPER TANTRUM ON FUCKING LIVE TELEVISION YOU FUCKING WET RAGS! HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE PROUD OF THAT?!

Excuse the interruption. We'll now return to our overly-verbose regularly scheduled smarmy jackass programming.

-SLAL

[tiny-tf-faces]

We'll soon return to our regularly scheduled programming of tiny faces

My deepes apologies to @anirlcryptid99, @bwans-art, @homosexualhomestuck, @pacicidal, @nix-tea, @anyth1ng772 and @mr-playlist for the false adveritising. You were tricked! This blog is normally not about Soundwave in places, but about screenshots tiny transformers faces. However, stick around, because this doesn't have to be the end of Soundwave locations.

I came up with this idea on a whim after a discord server I'm in renamed itself to "League of Legends Central" and I realised I hadn't done anything for April fools. I wanted it to be something fun and not upsetting, but in the end the concept ended up being too good to just throw away.

That's why soundwave-location will soon get its own dedicated sideblog! I'm not sure how soon, but I'll announce it here when it's up, and until then this blog will continue accepting Soundwave location reports!

For now, bird time is back! (yeecaw)

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Hey y'all! Sorry for the unexpected absence- I took a break from posting for Yom Kippur (and on that note- happy belated New Year to all my Jewish followers!)

Anyway, never fear: we'll now be returning to our regularly scheduled programing of uncharismatic facts and fauna.

Chag sameach!

<3 Jack

[ask-cinnavanillamelody]

So I wanna vent, about something really quick, and then we'll go back to our regularly scheduled programming.

I like, hate. College. I hate it, I hate the premise, I hate that they're bleeding me for money, but most of all I hate the people. If I could do college with 5 other people and we all had our own rooms I think I'd like it more. It started snowing today, and the campus is covered in snow. And if you know anything about me, I hate the cold. I hate being cold, I hate being outside in the cold. Because when it's cold, it's guaranteed I'll probably get sick. I'll get chills, the flu, a cold, something.

I wanted to go to a college in North Carolina, but they didn't accept me for an art program, so I ended up at my current college in small-town Pennsylvania. It's cold here, in the winter. it's so goddamn cold I don't want to go outside. I shouldn't go outside. And lucky for me I don't have to go outside because I have everything I need, inside, where it's warm, and I won't die by slipping on ice.

But apparently, my roommate thinks I'm STUPID for calling one of my co-workers to see if my job on campus would still be open. When I could've just "Walked outside to see if they're open" and "It's not that cold". FIRST OF ALL the air outside has to be a certain degree to even freeze the water in the sky and make it dense enough to fall out of the sky in the form of snow. in other words, IT HAS TO BE COLD, TO MAKE COLD WEATHER, AKA SNOW. And I left my warmest coat back home by accident, so I'm even less guarded against the cold weather. And I'm also anemic, it doesn't matter how many fucking layers I put on, I can still be, (and usually am) cold. She wouldn't let me explain why I don't find it necessary to go outside in the cold when I can just as easily find out the information I need by CALLING SOMEONE ON THE PHONE. Yeah sure she may not be here on campus, however, this probably isn't the first time the school's shut down because of weather, she would probably know if the school job that we both work would still be open. Which she did, and now I know whenever the school is shut down, my job is too.

I started to raise my voice because when someone insults me, the natural reaction is to defend myself. And when someone repeatedly interrupts you in conversation, wrongly assuming you're done and continuing to invalidate your feelings and emotions because THEY think it's STUPID and you're being DUMB AND IRRATIONAL about weather you aren't used to, their argument being "You have to get used to it at some point since you live here now"

Technically, I don't actually live here. I don't have a permanent residency here. I can't vote in this state. I live in a warmer southern state. My home is in another state. I am "living" on a college campus. But in the next 3 years? I'm not going to be able to live here. I don't stay here during the winter and summer. I go HOME. I FLY TO ANOTHER STATE. Technically I don't HAVE to get used to shit. I can get my degree, and move to fucking California where it doesn't ever snow. And I can hate the cold all the same. Because it's my right to not like cold weather, yeah I complain about it, but I know it's something I have to deal with. That doesn't mean I have to "learn to get used to it" right now just because you fucking say so. And you don't have to fucking call me stupid and illogical every time I don't want to go outside. That's rude. You can think it, but you don't have to say it. I'm seriously starting to rethink my friendship with this person because we can be fine and friendly, and instantly jump into an argument fucking 5 SECONDS later. I don't want to even live with this person anymore, I'm just dealing with it because the alternative is living with someone I don't know.

UGH IM SO PISSED OFF

anyway, rant over. Now we return to the regularly scheduled programming. 🍫

[thatonemarvelchick]

Apricity - Twenty-Five

Ok, for plot purposes I did this chapter in Apricity's POV again, but the next one will be Peter and we'll resume our regularly scheduled programming.

Apricity kept her pace brisk, her eyes alert. “Bucky, what’s my status?” She asked quietly into the com that they had hidden deep in her ear. It was micro, so not even HYDRA would be able to sense it if they patted her down. She was told it was the same thing Peter had used when they’d come to get her. 

She cringed at the thought of the boy. She couldn’t think about Peter right now, about the way MJ had enveloped him in a hug that he’d immediately returned. About the way the two had looked at each other as if they were lovers long lost. 

But they were, weren���t they? 

“You’re clear right now, as far as we know there’ve been no detections.” Bucky’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts, making her focus once again on her mission. Infiltrate HYDRA, and take them down. “The man you’re looking for is named Jared Pritchet. There’s a photo of him coming your way. You’re going to go up to him, and you’re going to say Hail HYDRA. He’ll take you to the base. Or, he’ll call someone who will.”

Apricity nodded even though Bucky couldn’t see her. Or, maybe he could. She had no idea the kind of tech Sam had gotten them access to. 

“Ok. Thanks.” She sighed, looking around her. She’d pulled out her phone to look at the photo Bucky sent her, examining the face of the man. When she looked back up, his was the only face she was looking for. 

It didn’t take her long to find it in the mostly empty plaza. He was sitting at a table, typing something rapidly on a computer. He wasn’t paying attention to anyone or anything around him, completely zoned in on his laptop. This was good for Apricity, as it enabled her to walk directly up and sit down across from him before he noticed. 

He frowned, watching her closely for a moment. “Can I help you? I don’t have any change, I’m sorry.” 

Apricity chuckled softly, leaning in and pushing his computer closed, much to his dismay. “Hail HYDRA.” 

The man seemed to freeze at that, looking at her with widened eyes. A flicker of recognition ran throughout them, and he was suddenly swallowing thickly. 

“Come with me.” His American accent was gone, replaced with a thick German one. He stood, packing up his things and walking away without waiting for her to follow. 

“Good kid. Now just be careful.” She heard Bucky’s voice over the coms again, and a jolt went through her when he called her kid. She knew he would call anyone younger than him a kid, but it was different when she was actually his kid. 

“Apricity?” She heard Peter’s voice over the com next, something that also sent a jolt through her. She’d thought he was still with that girl, MJ. She hadn’t expected him to be there with Bucky and Sam, to still care about the mission. Or her. “I know you can’t respond, I just- Please tell us if you need any of us. I’ll be there. Don’t die, ok?” Apricity swallowed, bowing her head. She hoped that they could see her and that they would take this as a sign of understanding. She had no intention of dying today. 

Apricity followed Pritchet to a cab, getting in after only a moment of hesitation. He leaned forward, shutting the divider between them and the taximan, before turning to her. 

“You’re her? The Soldier’s daughter?” He asked, looking at her cautiously. 

Apricity jut her chin out, putting on an act already. “He took part in my creation, and then he abandoned the cause. He is no father of mine.” Her voice surprised even her. But Pritchet seemed to buy it, because soon enough he was smiling. 

“Good. We’ve been quite worried about you, Winter Sun.” A chill went up Apricity’s spine at the name, but she showed no outward reaction to it. 

Soon enough, they were walking into an unassuming government-looking building, plain on the outside. Apricity looked around, taking in every detail she could. Pritchet was let in without a code or scanning of any kind, but the guard at the door put a hand on her chest to stop her from coming after him. 

Apricity acted on instinct, grabbing his wrist and twisting until his arm was pinned behind his back and he was shoved into the wall. It was a move her father had taught her earlier that day, and she could hear his laughter coming through the coms. 

“Woah woah woah-” Pritchet held up his hands to the other guards who were rushing towards her with electrified batons at the ready. Her eyes flickered wildly between them all, her breathing heavy. For someone who was only acting power-hungry and wild, she was putting on a good show. “Let’s be civil. She’s with me.” Pritchet put a gentle hand on her shoulder, causing her to let the guard go slowly. “Let’s go inside and get you settled, yeah?”

Apricity’s jaw clenched. “I want to talk to him. The scientist who tested on me. I want to know what he put in me. I want more.” Her demands came quickly and brutally. Pritchet watched her for a moment, and for a terrifying second, she thought she’d oversold it, that they would catch on and realize that she was lying. 

“Right this way, soldier.” Pritchet grinned and her heart lifted. She let out the smallest sigh of relief, perceptible to only herself. She was led into the building and then into an elevator, Pritchet pushing an unmarked button. “This will take us to the labs. The man you’re looking for is Dr. Convoy.”

She nodded, swallowing thickly. She hoped Bucky had caught that and was doing a run on the name now.

“What did he put inside of me?” She asked, clenching and unclenching her fists over and over again. 

Pritchet glanced over at her and shook his head as the elevator doors opened and let them out into a purely white hallway, not a window in sight. “I don’t know, I’m not even sure he knows.”

She frowned at this, following him down the hallway. He opened a door that revealed rows upon rows of lab tables. Some of them had people strapped to them. Apricity resisted the urge to be sick, watching tubes of black and blue sludge being pumped into these people's arms. They were still experimenting on people. 

“Dr. Convoy.” Pritchet led them to a man that was all too familiar to Apricity. She tensed upon seeing his round, balding head. He still had that stupid clipboard in his hand. Much to her approval, he had a black eye and what looked to be a broken nose now. She would have to thank Peter for that later. 

Convoy turned, eyes going wide when they landed on Apricity. “You’ve got her.” He breathed, rushing over to them. “Why is she not in cuffs?”

“Actually,” Pritchet grinned at her as if they shared an inside joke. She didn’t return the look. “She came to me.” 

Convoy shook his head slowly. “My goodness.” He breathed, reaching up to touch her face. She jerked her head away. “A miracle.”

“I came to get more. I want more of whatever it was you injected into me.” She said, looking at him with burning blue eyes. She couldn’t see herself, but she knew that to these people, she looked utterly insane. 

Convoy laughed, putting a hand over his stomach and leaning back as if she’d just told the most hilarious joke she could’ve made. “Of course you did, my dear! You see, when you have that first taste of power, it’s all you want.”

Apricity stepped forward, grabbing him by his tie and yanking him towards her. “What was it?” she demanded lowly. His eyes went wide but the smile never left his face. She was starting to think he was more insane than she was pretending to be. 

“Come with me, my dear. I’ll show you.” He said, having no qualms with the fact that she was holding him in a manner that made it clear that she could snap him like a twig if she chose to do so. 

She was led further into the labs, past tables with people doubled over and throwing up into buckets. The buckets were all full of black sludge and something that looked eerily close to blood. She had to keep her eyes trained on the back of Convoy’s shiny head to avoid her stomach churning and making her join those people. 

“You see, we’ve been trying desperately to replicate what we had with you. However, we’ve never been able to reproduce the serum, so no meer human’s body has been able to handle it. But now that we have you, we can see just what in your blood has made you immune. We can create an entire army of super soldiers that the world has never seen. An entire army of you.” He sounded elated. Apricity felt sick. 

He opened the door to a room with a large clear tube taking up the entire center of it. Inside the tube was that same black sludge she’d seen before, but it was suspended in air, floating around and moving as if it wasn’t affected by gravity. As if it had a mind of its own. 

“What is that?” Apricity breathed, shaking her head. She stared up at the tube in awe, her jaw falling slack. 

“We don’t know!” Convoy sounded delighted. “It’s Asgardian. After their home was destroyed, we imagine it made its way here, looking for shelter. It seems to have a mind of its own, but its only thought is survival.” He grinned over at her. 

She swallowed, watching the way it twisted and moved. She walked over to the glass, drawn to it. The substance seemed to radiate energy and power. Apricity walked directly up to the tube, putting her hand on the glass. 

The sludge stopped flicking as if it sensed her presence. It flung itself into the glass she was touching, over and over, until it began to crack. Apricity jumped back, eyes wide. It wanted out, and it wanted her. 

She could hear shouts coming from out in the labs behind them. Convoy turned. There was a low rumbling sound, the sounds of things being knocked over and tossed aside, people screaming in pain and fear. Apricity stumbled towards the back wall, watching the doors burst open. 

It all happened at once. The goop in the tube burst through the glass. Whatever of the substance had been in the labs burst through the doors, knocking them completely off their hinges. The energy was enough to shove Convoy and everyone else back into the walls. All of it, compiled now, was heading straight for her. 

She felt as the substance entered her, filling her body, conforming to her. She felt like everything was expanding, she felt like she was radiating. A low thrumming sound was coming throughout the room, deafening. The last thing she heard was Convoy shouting, before she herself seemed to explode with the energy, letting it radiate out of her, and incinerate everything it touched.

Next Chapter

[morganoperandi]

Here's the thing to understand about me:

I constantly vacillate between extreme self-loathing and an arrogance that, at times, has literally been hubris.

So, when you see me in a downward spiral, yes, I do actually need help and I do need comfort and I'm probably not going to accept it or believe anything positive you say about me.

But, when I bounce back, I'm just going to be all "I'm the sexiest mother fucker in this goddamn Walgreens and all of you know it! God Themself would fuck me if They could, but They're too shy!"

So, just know, that right now I've finished my first week of grad school and I'm so fucking erudite and eloquent that I am literally the patron God of Knowledge.

Rest assured, next week we'll return to our regularly scheduled program of "I am slime, what are words, how do I do thing, I'm the dumbest man on the planet and my death in a gutter would be long celebrated, except no one will ever remember me".

[rudjedet]

We'll now return to our regularly scheduled programming of yelling at people being weirdly racist about Egypt!

[iamcaledonia]

So here we have this song that's basically glorifying the cynical side of Christmas. It's Christmas so we'll stop. "Let the rot stop just for one day." and "we can be best friends with the people we hate." and "we are built to give at least once each year and that's better than never I guess." and "life might never get better than this, it's the perfect excuse for our natures to change and wear shiny clothes, oh it's Christmas so press pause on the remote."

But then, hidden in the middle he says, "I'll protect you I promise I will. And the rest of our lives will be just like Christmas. With fewer toys."

And that's such a wonderfully wonderful sweet lovely precious thing to say and to think and it just breaks my fucking heart. I love it so much.

Sorry.

We will now return to our regularly scheduled programming.

[demontrashgreg]

pardon me while I just

all of a sudden I'm hit by Crippling Loneliness ™ but dating gives me so much fucking anxiety like

Do I just gotta sit here til it passes like

Fucking fuck I hate feelings

[natjpeg-blog]

🦁