#posting instructions

[winterhawkwonderland]

Aw, gifts, yes!

Before posting begins, The Mods are here to give you a brief run-down of how to post, what to expect, and how to ensure that your recipient actually receives their gift.

Remember that everyone was assigned posting dates - your contribution may not be due the same day that your gift is, and that’s okay.  If you post your creation and don’t see your gift, please be patient - your creator may have requested a later date.  Similarly, if your gift appears early and yours isn’t done, that’s okay too, as long as you post on your assigned date.  By December 31st, everyone should have a gift posted and a gift received.

1. Please make sure that all works end up on AO3 in THIS YEAR’S collection: Winterhawk Wonderland 2023.  It is open and unmoderated, so if you just add your work to it, it will instantly appear! If you’re having trouble adding to the collection, email us with a link to the work (winterhawkwonderland@gmail.com), and we’ll take care of it! Not everyone participating in the exchange is on Tumblr, so if you don’t put it in the collection, your recipient may not see it.  If you have forgotten your recipient’s AO3 username, please message the blog or email us so that we can remind you of what it is. You must have an AO3 account to participate in the exchange and your gift must be posted to the AO3 Collection in order to be included in the Masterpost at the end of the event.

1b. If you are making visual art for the exchange and unsure of how to add it to AO3 here is a quick guide on how to embed images and how to add alt text to your image description for accessibility!

1c. If you create your work as a draft on AO3 before your posting date, please make sure to change the date of the work when you post it. Otherwise it will appear on whatever date you created the draft and might be missed!

2. If you choose to post your creation on Tumblr, please feel free to tag us! We love to see your work! There will be a Masterpost at the end of the event with every gift and its recipient! This year we will not be reblogging individual posts. In previous years some of the tagging didn’t work correctly and some works were missed by the Mods because of Tumblr glitching, which led to some hurt feelings and confusion. Additionally, both Mods lead very full lives, making constant monitoring of the tags during the busy posting season nearly impossible. In order avoid confusion, stress, and disappointment, we will collate all Gifts into one Masterpost after the event ends so that everyone can see who created what.

2b. Accessibility: If you are creating visual media, we are highly encouraging all participants to make this as accessible as possible by adding alt text or image descriptions. The Cooper Hewitt guidelines are a good resource for this, and here is a more step-by-step guide to formatting a description. This site is excellent for helping you decide how to describe your work! We know it might be a little intimidating to add this kind of information to artwork, especially if you have never done it before, but image descriptions make your work accessible to many fans who would otherwise be unable to enjoy it.

3. Again, if you’re having trouble meeting your deadline, please let us know so we can work with you as much as possible! Posting dates can be more flexible if you run into trouble or are having difficulties (we know the holidays can be tough!) Just message the blog or shoot us an email and we’ll do our best to help you out. If nothing else, we can let your recipient know their gift is temporarily lost in the post.

4. Finally, if you need to drop out for any reason - we won’t ask why! - please let us know as soon as possible.  We do have pinch hitters, but everyone works best with the most lead time they can manage.  We promise we won’t be mad, but we do want to make sure everyone who participates receives a gift, so it’s best for all of us if you reach out and let us know you just can’t participate.  

Thanks again everyone, you’ve made this event an absolute blast, it has been so fun and easy to run and we really appreciate you all! We can’t wait to see all the great things that you create for this exchange, and thank you for sharing in the giving spirit! Happy Holidays if you celebrate any of them, and stay warm and/or cool and/or comfortably breezy if you don’t!

-The Mods

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[fromcainwithlove]

author’s notes today: hey guys so just a warning there isn’t 100% explicit verbal consent even though they’re both really into it so remember this is FICTION, also they don’t use a condom :((( but in real life safe sex is important!!! please be safe out there everyone

a/n back in the day: kept thinking about ____ stabbing knives through both of _____’s hands to pin him in place while they fucked so here you go lol =P

[keylimeart]

could i interest you in my space regency au

[transformers-earthspark]

IMPORTANT: TUMBLR HAS MADE A DEAL WITH MIDJOURNEY/OPENAI.

YOUR ART AND IMAGES ON TUMBLR ARE BEING USED TO TRAIN AI MODELS.

The opt-in is automatic, but you can turn it off in settings.

Go to "Blog Settings" -> "Visibility" -> "Third-Party Sharing" and turn on "Prevent third-party sharing for [blog]". (This post shows how to do it on browser and on mobile.) You need to do this with every sideblog. (Note: The option in settings might not appear if your app hasn't updated yet. You can still opt out via browser.)

Spread the word. Everyone on Tumblr needs to know about this.

[irisintheafterglow]

itoshi rin doesn't get injuries. ever.

he's downright religious about stretching, warming up properly, and being aware of how his body is holding up under the intense conditions of a match. he keeps a strict diet, an even stricter sleeping schedule, and pops enough vitamins and supplements to make his immune system work at 200%. but, when stupidly lukewarm isagi misplaces his stupidly lukewarm foot, rin ends up rolling his ankle harder than a bowling ball slammed down a lane. he doesn't react immediately to the lightning bolt of pain that shoots up his calf, only sending isagi a withering glare and continuing to rush the opposition's net.

like the rest of his team, you don't notice something is wrong until the end of the scrimmage, when rin collapses and curls his upper body around his ankle. his hands clutch the bottom of his leg and he shuts his eyes tight to hold in the frustrated groan he wants to release. the other players approach him and he snarls like a circus tiger, barking at them to leave him be. the same tune is played for the medical team, having no choice but to retreat after he insists he just needs a second to rest. with a deep inhale to prepare, you steel your nerves and walk over to where he sits.

"i said go," he seethes, his forehead resting against his propped knee. his eyes are shut, but he can feel someone standing there, watching him with a pitying look in their eyes. stupid. he gets hurt and suddenly it's poor, poor rin and his poor, poor ankle. it's weakness that he needs to stomp out, weakness that--

"you need to ice that." his eyes open slowly and you catch his walls recede ever so slightly. you always had a no-nonsense kind of relationship with rin, especially as a health analyst-in-training who was the only brave soul that spoke to him among your cohort. there was an unspoken level of respect that you had for him that you assumed he reciprocated, seeing as he always had patience for your long spiels outlining everything to do with his physical wellbeing. he appreciated that you never asked about his mental wellbeing, but sometimes your gut told you that maybe you should.

"i'm fine," he says through gritted teeth and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at his melodrama. you bite back your initial retort and instead settle on the turf next to him, your legs facing the opposite way so that you're not making direct eye contact. he watches you from the outskirts of his vision, as do the rest of the remaining team on the field, but doesn't deny your company. you let him take a few more breaths before asking your next question.

"what hurts?" any other trainee in your group would immediately be subject to scathing insults about their personality and emotional aptitude. you'd seen it, how he snapped at the trainees that weren't you.

"calf. ankle. inside of my foot," he mumbles, shame evident in his voice. he didn't like appearing weak; he already felt weak living in the shadow of sae. it was something he was constantly fighting against, carrying the sack of weight on his shoulder every game. he waits for you to scoff, to tell him to get over it, but you don't. instead, you hum and refrain from looking at him directly. in a way, it's the indirect conversation that he appreciates the most.

"i'm gonna get you a tennis ball for your ankle. where's your water?"

"back left by the bench." you nod and retrieve both items, returning to him in no time at all. you don't even stop to converse with the other concerned members of the management team, making a beeline back to him like you had no other place to be. "you should go," he says before you sit down again.

you wait for him to elaborate. he doesn't.

"do you want me to?"

he hesitates.

"...no."

"then i'll stay." you sit closer this time, still facing the other direction, but close enough that your arms could brush if he leaned close enough. rin won't admit that he likes the proximity. "i don't need to tell you how to use a tennis ball," you comment and his silence expresses his gratitude. he reaches wordlessly for the ball but you hold it just out of reach. "but, i am gonna force you to drink water before you do anything else."

"i'm not thirsty."

"i don't care," you reply. "you won't get better if you're not hydrated." part of him hates that you're right, that you're sitting here pitying him. but, he takes the bottle from your hand anyway and downs a few sips that turn into large gulps. he didn't realize how parched he'd become. "there. what else can i do?"

"stop pitying me," he scowls without thinking. as much as you like to think he's different when he's with you, there's still times like these when the rage slips out and he snaps. you haven't known him long enough to weather his storms, but you're determined to wait it out and you know he notices. he's too smart not to notice the way your shoulders sag, the way you conveniently look anywhere but in his direction, the way you're fighting every instinct to abandon him to protect yourself. "it's," he forces out, surprising you both, "it's not-i'm not your responsibility. i don't need you to take care of me."

"but do you want me to?"

he hesitates again and turns to look at you completely, detecting no sense of pity or malice or arrogance in your expression. you were there to help him, and you wanted him to trust you. what a foreign feeling.

"yes."

so you continue to sit there with him in silence, running your fingers absentmindedly over the turf as he gently massages his ankle with the tennis ball. you don't question when his shoulder brushes yours for a second, then returns to completely lean against you. when he decides it's time to wash up, he takes your hand and lets you help him off the field, his arm draped around your upper back as you act as his crutch. you later tell him after he's showered that you didn't help him because you pitied him, but because you knew he would be too stubborn to ask for help.

"how are you so sure?"

"because you told me to leave, remember? and who would have helped you if i left? who would you allow to help you?" you don't wait for him to answer and bid him a polite goodbye, leaving his face warm and completely at a loss for words.

he decides that it's not so bad if he gets injured, as long as you're the one sitting on the turf with him after the game.

[ladybugboots]

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[pandadrake]

Shots fired by the Spider-man sequels.

Was ruminating on how Miles and Miguel are technically both 'Spider-man 2' in their respective universes. Got me thinking about the other Spider-successors in the cast, and also what if they all got matching T-shirts or something.

[daddiesdrarryy]

James: Tomorrow is my first date with Reg, what do you think I should get him as a gift?

Remus: Well you can never go wrong with chocolates, Prongs. Or flowers—

James: Oh I know! I’ll have his face tattooed on my back with the words “I love Regulus Black” running across my shoulders in huge block letters!

Remus: …why don’t we just start with chocolates?

[youvebeengalindafied]

And know I’ll be here holding you…

(This version of the art by me, but full credit to my friend’s posebook creator for like 50% of the placement of these lines. I wish I knew who you were so I could credit you 🥺)

[l3irdl3rain]

She stood on my keyboard the whole time I tried to write something up on the computer and now that I’m finally ready to crawl into bed she has made herself so very cozy

[abirddogmoment]

It drives me crazy how people will label independent thinking dogs as slow or stubborn. It's a different flavour of intelligence, not less.

[bloodanddiscoballs]

Hello! I'm Dez, and I'm a Two Spirit individual who is bedridden due to my disabilities. My chronic pain level is always between an 8-9 out of 10. There is not a lot I'm able to do, and I rely on my medications to keep me from dying. My birthday is on Sunday (April 27th) and, due to an error made by and family member when picking up my prescription (dad ran it through insurance so they did not give me my entire prescription, only 30 pills instead of my usual 120), I won't have enough of my medications to last me through the month. I am stuck either only taking one pill a day and having my pain get out of control, or taking as I normally do and run out in only a few days.

I've found a workaround, but I need to pay $500 to get it. I simply don't have that money at the moment due to having already used my disability check this month on doctor appointments and making payments on a surgery I went through in December of 2024.

I know things are tight for everyone, but I really need some help. I would really like to at least get out of bed on my birthday and sit in my wheelchair outside to watch the birds. Without my medications, I can't even transfer into my chair because the pain is too intense. I end up not being able to eat or bathe myself, not able to roll over in bed without assistance, and unable to keep even water down because of vomiting due to the pain. If you have even a couple of dollars, I would greatly appreciate it.

Paypal: born2illustrate@gmail.com

$79/$500

[tbonechessor]

LOOK AT WHAT MY FRIEND @careforaredvine MADE ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY!!

Everyone lov Huragok...

[anemonet]

Gun safety

[littlebittyhollowbugs]

Really love how the fandom decided that post-canon Hollow is skilled at and enjoys cooking/baking

I see this hc all over the place (I've adopted it myself!) And It's honestly adorable

[starspilli]

painting practice