#such as queued posts that are grandfathered

[steddiemicrofic]

policy update

morning! we’ve been getting some questions about sequels recently, and i realized we don’t have an official answer in our pinned faqs so wanted to clear it up 🩷

we are officially saying no sequels for microfic challenge submissions. what this means:

any stories submitted/queued before this announcement are grandfathered in

going forward, we won’t reblog sequel posts, whether they’re posted in the same month or across multiple months. if your story has “part 2,3, etc” in the title, or links to a previous installment, or mentions that you need prior context to understand the story, we will not reblog it

you may still fill each month’s prompt within a consistent au universe, but again, each submission must work as a standalone story (so don’t link previous installments in your submission post)

okay cool. that said, as always, feel free to do whatever you want with these prompts on your own blog! we want them to inspire you to write, so by all means, write ‘hole’ part 20 if you want, just please don’t tag us beyond part 1

- wynn 😘

[puppetmaster13u]

hey guys

so I might not be posting anything that's not already queued for a while, my grandfather is currently in the hospital

[daily-rikukingdomhearts]

Hello Riku Bloggers,

On Wednesday, I let you guys know that a day or two might be missed due to family matters I've been dealing with. Unfortunately, things progressed a lot faster than any of us thought. Today, my grandfather was read his last rights. I will be spending the following days with him and my family. Some posts are queued but after that, this blog will go dark for a week or two so I can help my family and focus on my mental health.

I love drawing, I love making people laugh, I love kingdom hearts, and I love this blog. It will help me cope so don't expect me to be gone for too long this time. (Please don't look at how long I've abandoned this thing before, I promise I'll be back.) Again, thank you from the bottom of my kingdom heart for your support and understanding.

[eopederson]

Hareid, Møre og Romsdal, Norge, 1972.

North Atlantic Adventure

For the next month and a half my postings are likely to be erratic. I have queued a few posts, but the summer of 2023 proved a difficult one as my wife was in the hospital for two and a half weeks. She has recovered well, but I have had little enough time to select and edit photos for posting. In consequence I do not have an archive of photos to post while away from home.

Now I am packing to leave Tuesday for a month in various North Atlantic places with longish stays in Norway, Iceland and Quebec, sailing between them with visits to several islands (Shetlands, Faeroes, Greenland, Newfoundland). For a decade or so we have been planning such a trip, and finally it is about to happen. The combination of being busy and out of internet coverage means postings are likely to be erratic until mid October.

[Sadly we do not have enough time in Norway to visit Hareid, my paternal grandfather's home. Given how much my brother-in-law, who has done most of the trip planning, has included, however, we are likely to see much (too much?).]

[chaoticconstellation]

As a person who had 11 shitty jobs in 10 years seeing you post that cookie recipe absolutely made my day.

Did you queue it the day you left or did you simply remember out of pure spite? Either way, mad respect.

Bro you and I must attract shitty jobs.

I queued it. I did so in my car while sobbing over the situation and of course my nanu. I never assumed many people would see it but I was fueled by rage. When tumblr blazed came out I knew then what I had to do.

To elaborate further, not only was I fired for crying over my grandfather—who actually died while I was on the phone with him btw— but my manager was someone I thought was my friend. Like I had him over for DnD and dinner weekly for months!

So yeah, I feel good about spending so far 50 dollars on this, and I’m about to spend 65 more on the post that has links to both recipes. ‘Tis the season of giving and I’m serving up audacity with a dash of spite 💛

[mogai-headcanons]

Agent 3 from Splatoon is bigender, catgender, aromantic, bisexual, and reclaims the term faggot! He is also autistic and a cane user. She uses he/she pronouns.

Her adoptive sisters are Callie and Marie! Callie is genderfluid, autigender, autistic and a lesbian. She uses She/it pronouns. Marie is tranmasculine, aegoromantic, demisexual, a lesbian and a lesboy. She uses she/her or 🍤/🍤s pronouns.

🍤 is a mentor to Agent 4! 4 is agender, aromantic, asexual, autistic, and has ADHD! 4 doesn't use any pronouns and prefers for anyone outside of the New Squidbeak Splatoon to only refer to 4 as 4.

4 is good friends with Sheldon! Sheldon is agender and autistic.

Agent 8 is genderfluid, genderqueer, and is unsure of her orientation. She is also a traumagenic system! She uses she/her or any emoji pronouns. Her headmate, Inner Agent 3, is a factive, aroallo, and genderqueer! They use They/Them pronouns. (Please use the female version for the images of all the agents 😁)

Agent 8 is good friends with CQ Cumber, who is xenogender, autistic, and does not use any pronouns. CQ Cumber is in a queerplatonic relationship with Iso Padre. Iso Padre is a gay man with C-PTSD and an undiagnosed physical disability

Pearl is a transwoman, femme, and a lesbian who uses any pronouns. Pearl is dating Marina, a transgender,autistic, bi lesbian with OSDD-1A! Marina uses she/her pronouns, but is considering starting to use neopronouns.

Callie, Marie, and Agent 3's grandfather Cap'n Cuttlefish is a gay man (could you use the nine stripe Gilbert Baker flag here) and a cane user!

Together, Everyone in this post makes up the New Squidbeak Splatoon!

queued!

[jetblackknight]

Thinking about that post I queued yesterday of Vergil and kid!Nero over his knee just flopped out tired . . . and that's exactly how Vergil is with his grandchildren.

Well, at least Kyle and Carlo, Julio is a preteen now/in 2024 ! He loves the chaos, and often times in his own home when he watches them or has Kyrie and Nero ( or just Nero, or just Kyrie, depending on the verse of course ) over, he just lets them do as they please.

The eldest is most likely to simply sit by Vergil and do parallel play ( or some variant ), usually with Julio playing a handheld game or something to that affect. Just being in Vergil company.

Kyle and Carlo are more likely to still want to play ; canonically, from Before the Nightmare, Julio is twelve, Kyle is around six or seven, and Carlo is just a toddler at around two. So Kyle would be, at most, twelve, and Carlo would only be five or six. Julio would be almost seventeen !

And Vergil is okay with that. A long time ago I made, more or less, Vergil's home in the Sims 4, as it's the closest I could manage without using Google, and there are kids toys scattered around, little artworks and stuff littered on the ( otherwise barren ) walls of Vergil's home. He may seem like a cold and individualistic person, but he loves the warmth those little things bring his empty home. I don't think I've ever really stated that before, but he does.

It's because he missed all of Nero's life. He's trying to make up for it by being the best grandfather he can be ( and yeah, surprise to those who don't know, Nero and Kyrie have three adopted children they foster because the orphanage in Fortuna was destroyed, making Vergil a grandparent in the process ! )

[ollies-moving-castle]

we’ve arrived at grandfathers home internet here is absolutely shit so I’m prob not gonna post besides the queued stuff

I know no one cares but y’know it’s just an fyi since I’m usually always on here so idk

[lilacliquors]

Hey love, I'm so sorry to hear about what happened to your grandfather, we all 100% understand if you need to take a break from firmas but if you enjoy writing for it/it's a good distraction I urge you to keep writing <33

- 💕

thank you for the condolences, and truly thank you to everyone who's reached out or said something on the original post i made. everyone's just in a rough place right now.

i might still post ficmas, but the posts might not be queued up like they have been.

[mariemariemaria]

I posted 3,168 times in 2022

541 posts created (17%)

2,627 posts reblogged (83%)

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I tagged 2,550 of my posts in 2022

Only 20% of my posts had no tags

#derry girls - 366 posts

#art - 283 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Patrick Pearse in 1915:

“It is good for the world that such things should be done. The old heart of the earth needed to be warmed with the red wine of the battlefields. Such august homage was never before offered to God as this, the homage of millions of lives given gladly for love of country.”

James Connolly in 1915:

“No, we do not think the old heart of the earth needs to be warmed with the red wine of millions of lives. We think anyone who does is a blithering idiot. We are sick of such teaching, and the world is sick of such teaching.”

736 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

#4

See the full post

1,285 notes - Posted March 18, 2022

#3

The way the British media talks about the royal family is so fucked up it's insane I was watching the British news the other night (it was either the BBC or Sky I cant remember) and a journalist on it described the queen as a grandmother to the nation. What the fuck. If a journalist in North Korea or China or Russia called their leader the grandfather of the nation these British journalists would be falling over themselves to call those nations and peoples brainwashed. But it's totally normal for supposedly neutral and unbiased news shows to worship an unelected woman who defends her paedophile son and is happy for 2 billion pound to be poured down the drain on a celebration that she doesnt even show up to while millions in the UK are struggling to feed their families. Ok.

7,729 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

#2

She was Prime Minister for less time than she spent campaigning to be Prime Minister 🤡

10,107 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

what does this even mean??? 😭

31,951 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

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[packedwithpackards]

A break well-deserved

Through a quick search I did on newspapers.com today.

Note: This was originally posted on Feb. 21, 2019 on the main Packed with Packards WordPress blog (it can also be found on the Wayback Machine here).

As it stands now, this will be post 70 on this blog. Due to school commitments and other strains, the posts on this blog may be more irregular. The posts up to this point were written in a flurry in the summer and fall of last year when I had more time on my hands, meaning that they were queued. However, I still think there is good content on here that deserves to be read, including my last post on my grandfather Bob's sentimental journey to Massachusetts in 1980, a year before he sadly died of brain cancer at the age of 56. I will also note there is undoubted cross-over between this blog and Milling 'round Ireland, where I specifically focus on my Irish ancestry, with upcoming posts focusing on the ornate clothes of Dora Mills (Cyrus Packard's second wife), the burial spot of John Mills (the father of Dora), and the story of two other more distant ancestors, Henry Church and Mary Hammond. While I am still waiting to hear back about the status of the revived Packard's Progress, which I contributed an article for, and I will let all of you know, promoting it on this blog once it has been published.

I wish I could have contributed more insights on genealogy from an introduction to genealogy class I was supposed to take in January, taught by an archivist and librarian named Mary K. Mannix, whom has worked at Frederick County (Maryland) Public Libraries for almost the last 21 years and whom is apparently well-regarded in the genealogy community of which I am a part of.

With that, I will sign off and hope for the best in the days to come.

© 2019-2022 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

[star0arts]

it’s fall. winter outfit bakugou is back.

[ilcuoreardendo-fic]

"Look inward, Anakin."

"I don't want to," Anakin said breathlessly, his voice jerking. "I don't like what I see."

"Is it possible you see nothing more than the tensions of approaching adulthood?" Mace asked.

"No!" Anakin cried. "I see...too much, too much."

"Too much what?"

"I burn like a sun inside!" The boy's voice rang out in the chamber like a bell.

A moment of silence.

"Remarkable," Mace Windu admitted. Curiously, a smile flickered on his lips. "And?"

"And I don't know what to do with it. I want to run. It makes me reckless, so I seek sensation. I don't blame any of you for--" He could not finish that sentence.

Obi-Wan felt the boy's anguish like a small knife in his own gut.

"My own mother didn't know what to do with me," Anakin murmured. 

- Rogue Planet, Greg Bear

Legends or not, reading this scene on the train this morning - especially that last line - gave me Ben Solo feels.

[tiredcowpoke]

TITLE: Regarding the Sinclairs [3] PAIRING: Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader REQUEST: Unprompted. BLURB: You had always assumed the stories of time travel in your family were just that. Stories. At worst, maybe an inside joke. However, your world starts to shift when your grandfather leaves his home to you in his will. The old Sinclair house, one that has been passed down for generations. Taking up the task of moving into and upgrading the home, a man dressed like he just stepped out of a western arrives, unconscious, on your porch with a letter in his hand. WARNINGS: None for this chapter. NOTE: I apologize for the wait! I’m posting this chapter and the most recent is queued to post later this week.

Arthur was withdrawn the next afternoon–which you figured you should have expected.

You could only imagine the confusion he was experiencing, as much as you tried to explain what you could to him when you found him playing with the main hall’s light switch when you came back downstairs. You weren’t much of a historian, not from the period he was from anyway. Though, you could make an educated guess that he had no idea how most modern technologies worked.

Considering you not exactly knowing the details of how they worked either, it made you realize just how common a lot of them were. There was also the issue of trying to explain things in a way that didn’t belittle his intelligence or talk to him like a kid. Still, explaining things like how you didn’t have an outhouse and how the toilet works, along with the sink and shower, was just odd. Still, Arthur was a little more curious than you had expected, and a fast learner.

Still, it was a bit of a process. You wondered if you could get culture shock from a country you never left, but traveling this far ahead in time probably left him with the same experience.

So, his growing quietness in the evening made sense. You were trying to make something you both could eat from what little food you moved in with. Toast and eggs, which wasn’t amazing but it was something at least. Though, Arthur’s voice from behind you pulled you from your thoughts.

“I’m dead, ain’t I?”

You cast him a glance over your shoulder, meeting his gaze for a few moments before you returned to making sure the eggs didn’t burn. The answer was a simple one: yes. Yet, you didn’t want to say it too bluntly. Arthur seemed pretty collected so far, but there was only so much a person could take. You probably would have been freaking out if you were in his situation.

Still, you let out a sigh as you reached out to burn off the burner.

“Well, you have a grave,” you replied, “It’s actually part of a larger historical site, but…well, it’s just a headache waiting to happen trying to figure out if there’s a body under there if you’re sitting here.”

“I ain’t gonna pretend to make sense of that,” he muttered, “...So, you seen it?”

“When I was thirteen,” you replied as you pulled some plates from the cupboard, “I had a history teacher take us there as part of our schooling.”

“What kinda school takes kids to see a grave?”

“The gang you ran with is actually pretty well known among old west scholars,” you said around a small chuckle, “Some of them, at least. Your journal is actually a commonly cited source. I guess my teacher figured it would be worthwhile to see.”

He didn’t reply to that as you put the food onto two plates and brought them to the table. You couldn’t read Arthur’s expression much as you passed him a plate, not too sure what he made of all of that. It was a lot of information to process–if you were still trying to wrap your head around him being here, you had no doubt it was ten times worse for him.

“I’m actually pretty sure there are some of Jack Marston’s books here somewhere, if you want to read those,” you continued as you sat down.

“Little Jack?”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” you replied with a soft nod, “He wrote about the final years of his dad’s life. Outside of your journal, I’ve seen those books mentioned a lot too.”

Arthur fell silent at that, too. You could see an almost far-off look in his eyes, a stab of sympathy hitting your gut. You reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, his gaze turning to meet yours.

“Eat. You’ve taken in a lot of information today, you don’t need to sort through all of that right now.”

You really didn’t know how to handle Arthur in this situation–especially with the fact that you were still trying to come to terms with it yourself. Still, he seemed to take your suggestion as he started to pick at what was on his plate. As mentioned, the meal wasn’t much at the moment but you were a little hungrier than you thought you were.

“You think it’d be wise to go see it?” Arthur asked after a moment, the question taking you a little off guard.

You stared at him for a moment before you turned it over in your head. There was the fact that if Arthur’s actual body was still buried under that grave and he was currently sitting in your kitchen, you didn’t know if that would change anything about that site. Yet, outside of him appearing here, nothing really did change. It was a little too mind-boggling to sort through. However, there was also the mental toll. You didn’t know how you would feel upon seeing your own grave, but…

“You want to see it?”

Arthur let your question sit for a few moments, seeming to debate that within himself. “Guess…well, might help me see the full picture here.”

“I’ll be willing to take a day or two drive up there with you, but only if you’re certain. I can’t make any promises on what will happen.”

“Thought you had the answers to everythin’,” he muttered sarcastically as you let out a huff in return.

“Well, I don’t. I really don’t.”

“I guess I do want to see it,” Arthur continued around a sigh, “I never really…got to see how things played out.”

“I can’t imagine seeing my own grave. I figured it might be the same feeling for you, but if you think it’ll be worthwhile, I’ll take you up to the site.”

You still weren’t sure what your role was in all of this. Francis had written that he saw a ‘favorable outcome’ with Arthur in your care, but you didn’t know if it was someone who got him on his feet and he took off eventually to do his own thing or if this was supposed to be some long-term situation. Still, you didn’t want to hinder the process unless you felt it was absolutely warranted.

“Just…give me a couple days,” you continued, picking up your now empty plate, “I’m still trying to adjust to all of this too.”

                                                             ***

Honestly, you had completely forgotten your parents were coming up to see you.

Between helping Arthur adjust to the time period, you keeping an eye on when your online courses were supposed to start, and planning this little road trip, the stress in you wasn’t hard to miss. For the most part, nothing really needed to be done urgently. Your mother had texted that she was bringing you some extra food along with some money to help you out. Yet, you still hadn’t told them about Arthur.

You honestly had no idea how to even start the conversation. ‘Hey, you remember my great, great, great uncle Francis? Yeah, he dropped Arthur Morgan on my doorstep. I’ve been trying to help him settle into the modern world, it’s a big change from the late nineteenth century.’  

It wasn’t a conversation you were going to have. Not yet, anyway.

“You were an outlaw, right? You any good at coming up with aliases?”

Arthur glanced at you over his shoulder as you quickly walked down the stairs onto the main floor, furrowing his eyebrows somewhat.

“I guess. Why? Your parents gonna turn me in?”

“No, but my dad’s interested in old west stuff. Your name might cause some recognition and I don’t know if we want to deal with that right now.”

“Dutch used to have a universal one that I used a couple times. Tacitus Kilgore.”

“I’ve seen that alias referred to when talking about Dutch, it might not be the best idea. You have any others? Plus, you will get looks with a name like that.”

“If ya care so damn much, guess there’s also Arthur Callahan.”

“It’s…still odd, but that works.”

“Why’re you so worked up?” Arthur asked, making you let out a soft huff.

“I don’t know, maybe because I have a long-dead outlaw in my living room who was part of a rather infamous gang. I’m just…a little stressed. The alias helps, I can deal with the rest.”

You didn’t mean to get snippy with him, but at the moment you could only feel a tight ball of stress sitting in your gut. Regardless, Arthur seemed to be cooperative for the most part as you continued to unpack–it would reduce your parent’s stay into just a visit, but with how things had played out recently you figured that was a good thing. For the most part, upstairs was pretty good to go. There was a spare bedroom that you figured you would give to Arthur the next day so he didn’t have to continue to sleep on the couch.

At least, that was the least you could do. You didn’t want to make the assumption that he’d be staying indefinitely, but with what you knew, you couldn’t find it in yourself to just send him off after a couple days.

It was around evening when the familiar car pulled up to the driveway, Arthur not exactly looking impressed with the added company, but you had caught his curiosity about the cars. Though he kept the questions to himself for now, it seemed. You had convinced him to change into a shirt and jeans, something he already had. You figured it looked ‘modern’ enough for the town that he wouldn’t raise any questions from your family.

Though, of course, the surprise upon your mother’s features when she saw him was expected.

“Oh, I didn’t know you had company so soon.”

“Nice to meet you, m’am,” Arthur greeted as your mother gave him a friendly smile and nod, though the question in her gaze when she looked at you was hard to miss.

“Yeah, this is Arthur. We’re doing a roommate sort of situation,” you explained, hoping the little story you made up would be enough, “I figure it’d help with some bills and he’s been a great help with unpacking.”

“Well, as long as that’s what you want…” your mother said under her breath as you took some bags of food from her, casting a glance at Arthur and your father over your shoulder.

“It’s fine,” you replied.

It wasn’t like you had much choice in the matter, anyway. You still weren’t sure if you should be angry at Francis or impressed he had managed to do all of this with no indication that he was. Still, you tried not to show too much stress in your actions as you helped your mother put some of the food away.

Still, your father, ever the host, had roped Arthur into helping him set up that fire pit in the backyard he had always talked about. You caught Arthur’s gaze with an apologetic smile before returning to your task.

As much as the situation seemed to be settling, you couldn’t help but feel you had a couple long days ahead of you.

[kaustic]

//mention of death, also slightly vent-y but not in a trauma dump way (feel free to delete if you’d rather not see/read that ^)

Thank you so much for that last post. I’ve always been very spiritual (majority of women in my family are pagan witches, so i mean like always always), but death has always been the thing that stops me in my tracks.

Since the news dropped, I’ve been waiting and pushing and willing for the moment it comes out as a mistake, something like “hey, that video was queued just in case, and i forgot to delete it”. But, of course, it’s not going to. Because what has been taken away, can only be given back in energy and feeling and breath and thought.

Your post reminded me of that. Techno’s all around us, in memories with each and every fan or family member or friend, in that little spark of happiness when we see something related to his brand, in the way that some have picked up on mannerisms, or even in the earlier choices that we struggled to make- only to calm and build ourselves up through the passion in his content.

So thank you. Truly. I’ll be sending good thoughts your way <3

I’m glad I could help nonnie! I’m also very spiritual and have (unfortunately) been forced to confront a lot of death in my life. And what I’ve found consistent about every single one is that the forces of my love ones who are passed are present (the the pod of porpoises at my grandfather’s funeral, or waking up with a song I’ve heard once, knowing it was about a passed loved one), or waves of calm in the height of grief that let me know everything is okay (or sophietexas trying to light a candle for techno and the matches keep breaking).

Love is energy. You can’t destroy energy. And the love given to us by those who have passed on constantly surrounds us, whether we notice it or not. There is a life after death because the memories of those who have passed will live on in each and every one of us. Love is what makes people and love is what they leave behind <3

[iv-aur-y]

oh i just logged back onto tumblr and..? my notifications are just━wow. thank you for the constant support on my works ,,, it makes me really happy!

during my absence there were a couple of asks wondering if i was okay and such, which i’ll be addressing now :)

i’m pretty sure i had queued a post about how i was gonna take a small break but it seems that didn’t turn out as i hoped it would’ve T-T

well i suppose i’ll fill everyone in,,, im not sure how relevant this is to other people but recently, or for the past two months or so, there had been a rise in hatred for asians, and as some of yk i am in fact asian.

and usually im not that as sensitive to these things, since i usually choose to simply strive forward. however one of my most treasured friends had some horrible things happen to her so it really made me come face to face with the reality of things

thus i was not in the appropriate mindset to ,,, well do many things. i was constantly anxious and worried for my well being along with the people i was close with, family and friends alike

i was afraid of the things that could happen to me as a young asian teen if i stepped out of my house. simply put you could say i would be an easy target

and then for the icing on the cake; my grandfather became really sick ,, he fainted and was hospitalized, my dad was worried for his father’s health and the entire aura of our house was simply very very grim

tldr, i had a ton on my plate but it’s getting better now and i’ll soon be coming back to writing ,,, i hope that everyone is doing good and ur valentines day went well .. im looking forward to writing again, ‘till then;

━vivi :)