#saras tag games

[eightysix-baby]

thanks for the tag Sam @punkgeekcryptid and Amy @libramooon !!! 💚💜

shuffle your "on repeat" playlist on spotify and post the first 10 tracks! 

the road - the kinks 

don't talk( put your head on my shoulder)- the beach boys 

I can hear music - the beach boys 

lola - the kinks 

life goes on - the kinks 

your love - the outfield 

this will be (an everlasting love) - natalie cole 

lovers who wonder - dion  

moving pictures - the kinks 

there’s no other ( like my baby) - the beach boys 

it’s mostly the beach boys and the kinks like I suspected with some really random ones there in the middle lol 

I tag (if you want to ) : @emmythespacecowgirl @santacarlahorrorshow @liebgotts-lovergirl

@pussiesaregod @kaaaaaaarf @bigtuna108

[scaredy-draws]

Egokoro Nao *starts sobbing violently*

[hearts401]

Late night hallucinations require late night distractions.

[florisbaratheons]

among a season of so many disappointments, having had so little of cregan and jace in the north hurt me immensely ):

And then to put Cregan with the Winter Wolves, show that episode to some screeners, and then delete him out of it at the last minute. Absolutely cruel. Cruel.

And the whole reason why they did it was because they didn't want to give Jace individual screentime away from Rhaenyra. 🤬 Also, my friend and I were talking about this, and she thinks that another reason why they cut the Starks down to zilch was because of their popularity and the producers were worried that they would take attention away from the Targaryens. With Sara Hess' statement about how the show is about the Targaryens and to expect very little Winterfell, I think my friend is right.

It blows my mind too because even tho it's goofy, Cregan showing up with the Wolves at the end of 2x08 would have renewed excitement for season 3. This is a Stark! I mean, if you want to get audiences excited about something, you put the Starks in there.

Such sloppy storytelling.

[stufoo]

Genshin Impact [I pull I draw series]

I started doing this series some months ago and thought I would just post all the drawings I've made so far. (Along with the thumbnails because I'm really proud of them x) )

Clorinde and Alhaithams banner

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Nahida's banner

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Navia's banner (I forgot the bottom half of Navia's dress T-T)

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If your interested in checking out the videos which just contains me trying to pull for characters, and the process of the drawings then you can check it out here:

Have a lovely day/night <3

[cosmignon]

question for the niche my sims fandom is there any kind of agreed on visual for the player characters in my sims/kingdom/agents/ect or do we say no its MY OC like for example the many many tavs of baldurs gate tres

[saraanzu]

it’s interesting how in the alternate sara minisode ending, her thought process isn’t really “if I loved joe more, I could’ve saved him”, the massacre ending she imagined with him is more focused on her guilt for killing everyone else rather than her guilt for not saving him. it’s “if I loved joe more, we would both end up with blood on our hands, that’s why I shouldn’t get too close to people.”

there’s no english translation of joe’s light novel sadly, but I remember reading a summary of it a while back, and joe actually has similar feelings about how escaping with sara would’ve been a bad choice. as he dies, he has a dream about what would happen: ryoko and all his friends would call him a murderer, he would become a cop so he could save people and make up for the people he killed, but the guilt would stay with him for the rest of his life. he hears sara crying, and his last thoughts are that he would do anything to make her stop.

both of them ultimately decide that the guilt of killing everyone else would not have been worth escaping together. they don’t want to be murderers, and they especially don’t want to make each other murderers.

[sketchz]

aaaa I've always wanted to do one of these!! My blorbos over time my beloved....

I grouped em according to some stuff, labels under cut:

[yttd-joe-obsessed]

anyone ever think about how the sonobeno trio is everything ever. i love them so much owie i'm sad now.

like. you can bet that if sara even gets slightly upset cuz of someone joe and ryoko Will find their location and interrogate them with sara none the wiser to their shenanigans -w-

[sainthermelin]

the two of us are going to create a world where the peace we know today lasts forever

[ramonaflow]

tagged by @russolaw 💚

Rules: You will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word. My word was BATS

B: But this time feels different. He doesn't think he can go back this time.

A: “Are you okay?” They're so close together that Patrick feels like he's barely holding on to reality.

T: The guy takes a sip of his drink, licking his lips and Patrick's mouth goes dry.

S: "Seriously David. Shhh."

Tagging @flowertrigger @a-noble-dragon @smblmn @beaiola @trickiwooao3 @carolrain @demora00 @jamilas-pen @wordthieve @smallumbrella369 @stargazer56 @alienajackson @mostlyinthemorning @dinnfameron @characterassassination-at-9am @chelle-68 @filet-o-feelings @stereopticons @queenmabcreates

Your word is RIDE

[eightysix-baby]

thank you everyone who tagged me : @dearscone , @santacarlahorrorshow , @oddbunny , @emmythespacecowgirl , @punkgeekcryptid , @libramooon , @liebgotts-lovergirl 💖

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Last song:  crocodile rock - elton john

Last show:  finally caught up on the boys 

Currently reading: I read several books at once just finished hollywood eden by joel selvin, also reading  sundown motel simone st james , before the coffee gets cold toshikazu kawaguchi , the unhoneymooners christina lauren , the apollo murders chris hadfield, my best friend's exorcism grady hendrix, jaws - peter benchley , and hide - Kiersten white 

Current obsession: I also have several at once ; Barbie,  The lost boys, Scream , The boys ,mission impossible , Indiana jones ,  the kinks, the beach  boys and other surf rock music ,  and a bunch of others 

tagging ( if you want ) @honey-im-hotdog @pleasedontlookatmeokay @mobanjaree @annuary , @almost-a-class-act , @wallywastaken , @canofpeaches , @kaaaaaaarf + anyone else who wants to do this !!! 💕

[bluedalahorse]

@margotdanslebois very sweetly tagged me in a “share a bit of your WIP” thing. Thank you for the tag! It was so nice that you thought of me!

As for who I’m tagging back: I will tag back @sflow-er if they’re up for it!

I’m going to break the rules because my life is a bit of an unmitigated disaster right now. This isn’t so much Work On Progress as it is Work On Hold until I can get unblocked enough (and have put out enough life fires) to finish Heart and Homeland and my Nils-August one shot. Which I really do want to work on.

For the last few days I have been longing to lose myself in reading a fic that doesn’t exist yet—something multichapter about Sara and August getting back together ten years or so in the future, with a lot of character study powering it and some grown up scenes. Also some great side plots with the other characters! And—importantly—it’s written by someone else, because I know I can write my own stuff but due to my aforementioned disaster life, I kinda just want it to… magically appear on AO3 one day for me to read. We all have those days.

So anyway, sargust is on the brain and sargust is what the people will get, and it will be more than a line, but I’ll cut it so you don’t have to see it if you don’t want to.

The scenario: ten years in the future, more or less. Our favorite five have all gotten various levels of therapy and gotten diagnosed with things and worked on various family relationships and such. They all are at the royal summer residence at Solliden this weekend for… reasons. In a month or so the Swedish people are going to vote on whether they want to abolish the monarchy or not. August is struggling with more grief but you won’t see that in this excerpt. Sara works for an autism charity that’s trying to clean up their image by… actually hiring autistic people. It’s annoying for her but she hasn’t figured out how much it’s messing with her yet. Also she’s just moved back from the west coast. Content note: there are some very subtle references to self harm.

“Wille’s here, right? And your brother and Felice?”

“They went to the beach.”

“You didn’t go with them?”

Sara shakes her head. “I didn’t feel like wearing a bathing suit.”

There’s a flicker of—something—on August’s face, and it isn’t the same as the questioning eyebrow twitches her colleagues make when she has to bring up Hillerska. Sara tries not to read the flicker as concern. She smooths down the skirts of her knee-length sundress. The friction of the cotton against her skin only stings a little bit.

“It’s only that bathing suits get wet, and they cling, and it feels awful when you’re sitting on the beach,” Sara says. Realizing she could have led with a more practical reason, she pulls her open laptop off the coffee table and sets it on her lap. “I’m also working remotely today.”

“So am I,” said August. “I can find another room—“

“That isn’t necessary,” said Sara. “I could—””

“I’ll work outside.” August gestures toward the double doors that open out onto the balcony. “So I won’t disturb you when I need to move around.”

“And I’ll stay here, so I won’t bother you when I do the same.”

Sara feels the corners of her mouth twitch into a smile. Clearly, her mouth is responding to the absurdity of the moment. To the comedic—romantic comedy? surely not—fumbling of two twenty-somethings with ADHD masquerading as proper adults.

“Good. Good. Great.” Single syllables, the last two in English. August’s own smile goes through flashes of brightness and panic before he settles on the sheepishness of a boy who’s been reminded of his manners. He tucks his hands behind his back. “Welcome to Solliden, by the way. You can let me or the staff know if you need anything.”

He nods and exits out through the double doors, and just like that, Sara becomes a royal guest. Perhaps one of the last royal guests ever, if last week’s polling data means anything. She hopes no one will interview her for a documentary about it in the future.

There’s a farcical moment two minutes afterward where August sticks his head back in and says he’s forgotten his sunscreen, and Sara hands him the bottle before he goes out again. It’s a brand she’s never seen before—something ridiculously expensive and high SPF. Fragrance free, too. Sara can’t help watching through the windows as August rubs the sunscreen onto the back of his neck and onto his exposed forearms. Can’t help wondering if she’d have rubbed it in for him, admonishing him like you know you burn so easily, if they’d had their summer weekends in Bjärstad during his military service like he’d wanted.

Still, Sara hadn’t wanted it, then, and that thought should be enough to push herself back into fifteen minute stretches of newsletter edits and donor emails. Sara reminds herself of her bosses’ talking points: that PuzzleChildrens’ oldest donors appreciate the paper copies of the newsletter they receive each month, that the personal stories of lost children remind them where their money is going, that Sara is doing so well at communicating with people and that she shouldn’t worry too much about creating a perfect product, only one that reaches people’s hearts. She opens up a colleague’s story about a pitiable single mother in Luleå called Maja, whose eleven-year-old daughter Saga has been “stolen” by a serious disease. The colleague is older and touchy, so Sara phrases all her line edits delicately. What she really wants to type is: Don’t call meltdowns “tantrums.” Of course Saga has empathy, she loves her dog and she probably feels that very deeply. And for fuck’s sake arm flapping isn’t a “babyish gesture.”

But no. She can’t respond like that. Not with the amount of money these newsletters raise, not when her older colleagues don’t know things, and she was the one hired to educate them.

Sara thinks that maybe, the cotton of her sundress would be better if it were rougher. If she could run the nail of her index finger across her hip and it would hurt just enough to remind her how to communicate with people at work so they don’t think she’s a freak.

Eventually Sara’s phone buzzes with an incoming text, pulling her out of her thoughts. Do you want something to drink?

It’s from August. Sara looks up, and he’s still outdoors on the balcony. He glances in Sara’s direction and offers her a stiff—but not unfriendly—wave. The glass between them is impossibly clean, probably scrubbed this morning by the staff at Solliden.

Sara texts back. I don’t want to trouble you too much. Are you having something?

Seltzer. There’s a local brand that just launched, they do one with an elderflower and pear infusion.

August makes a face at his phone (Sara’s still watching him, it’s that twisting expression his mouth sometimes makes when he’s embarrassed himself, like he’s gotten an unexpected taste of sour candy) and types a follow up.

It’s less pretentious than it sounds. You can have what you want though. We’re well-stocked here.

Seltzer sounds good, Sara responds. I’ll have that, thanks.

As August comes back indoors and presumably goes off somewhere to fetch staff who will then fetch the seltzer. Sara doesn’t comment on how inefficient it all seems—what kind of sister would she be, she thinks, if she didn’t leave things open for Simon to snark about later?

Thinking of Simon reminds Sara that he and Felice and Wille still haven’t returned, so she checks her other text messages after clocking out of work for the day. There’s a text from Felice saying they’ll be another two hours or so, that they’ve driven off to a farm with the best strawberries and rhubarb on Öland so that Felice can use them for some sort of tart in a late-night anarchic baking spree.

[indecentpause]

Writing Share Tag

tagged by @winterandwords to share some writing!

from The Black & Blues Part II! :) (read Part I for free here)

This time! This time people cheer the moment you step into the stage lights. People eat it up when Sara, as has become her custom, plays the Inspector Gadget sting to make sure her guitar is set up right. People cheer out specific names! Austin and Danny especially seem to have a lot of fans. When it’s time to check your mics, you play the first part of the chorus melody of Pansy Division’s He Whipped My Ass In Tennis, one of their better known among fans, but with very little chance of being recognized by straight people. But if they know, they know. The lights in the venue go down and the lights on you go up. It’s a hot, late July night, humid with rain and sweat and breath. You’re already sweating a little around your hairline and you haven’t even started yet. But you’re buzzing inside with excitement. This is basically your CD release party, even though you’re sharing it with three other bands. You play a couple chords of the first song, like you’re warming up, and you shout into the mic, “Thanks for coming out with us, Chicago! Thanks to you and your support, we have a merch table in the corner now, featuring our new CDs! We couldn’t have done it without you!” A roar of approval comes from the audience and it tingles all the way down to your toes.

SEE I PROMISE GOOD STUFF HAPPENS TO MEARA TOO

grabbing some people I know and some people from a taglist I found! if you don't want to be tagged again just let me know and I'll remove you from my list :)

@tamivelduram @klywrites @bluejay-in-write @the-gnomes-go-marching @anaisbebe

@frostedlemonwriter @drippingmoon

[too-young-to-fall-in-love]

Don't You Try and Make Some Fool of Me

summary:

With his world on the brink of collapse, he knows there’s no easy way out, except how maybe there is. He can only hope it’s worth the sacrifice he’s about to make. Or, the ending events of chapter 9 of Love is a Losing Game, but from Illya's perspective.

notes:

inspired by Love is a Losing Game by @cha-melodius <3 The fic may or may not make sense without the original, I really can't say, but REGARDLESS I think everyone should read Love is a Losing Game because it's LITERALLY SO GORGEOUS AND SO AMAZING I am in love with it, probably, and there aren't enough words for me to express how much I absolutely adore it.

tags:

Falling out, Emotional Hurt No Comfort, Angst, inspired by another fic, competitive chess au, Napoleon Solo Needs a Hug, Illya Kuryakin Needs a Hug, Mutual Pining, Angst without a happy ending, but there is a happy ending in the original fic, POV Illya Kuryakin

excerpt:

Anger courses through him, thick and revolting, a nauseating combination of fire and ice that shakes him to his very core. He isn’t even certain what he’s mad at, nor who. Napoleon, for putting him in this position? Oleg, for causing this to exist in the first place?  As he lifts a trembling hand to Napoleon’s door, it’s really impossible to say what the true source of his anger is, because upon seeing Napoleon, it’s gone as though it were never there. The relief in Napoleon’s eyes leaves him breathless and for a moment his resolve is shattered. There’s something in Napoleon’s ocean eyes that preemptively shatters his heart. Chest aching, he wonders how he could’ve ever thought he’d be able to do this.

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[vanskyfox]

Thank you @lea-heartscxiv and @honeybeenrw for the tag 💝 As from my other account I did me, from this one I'm doing it with Luka and Ryuuya 🤗💕

Tagging anyone who wants to do it 🥰✨