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Adrian | 25 | Non-binary (they/he) | queer as all get out | why can't it be fall all the time

[excaliburfeels]

Aptly titled The Librarians: The Next Chapter, the sequel will center on “a ‘Librarian’ from the past, who time traveled to the present, and now finds himself stuck here,” according to the cryptic log line. “When he returns to his castle, which is now a museum, he inadvertently releases magic across the continent. He is given a new team to help him clean up the mess he made, forming a new team of Librarians.”  (x)

[cloysterbell]

I know it’s not the same thing but Hardison and I are gonna be here for you forever.

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

after a suicide attempt in 2016

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13

[elfwreck]

Some context: Texas and Arkansas share a corner border. Now, Texas is FECKING HUGE and there are many, many parts of Texas that cannot visit Arkansas overnight, but there are parts where it’s no trouble at all.

However, those places of Texas that are close to Arkansas, do not include “close to Fort Smith, Arkansas.”

The closest Texas gets to Fort Smith is about 185 miles (about 300km), at “a little closer than Texarkana.” (Dallas, fwiw, is about 275 miles/450km from Fort Smith.)

So the dad in this story drove at least SEVEN HOURS round trip, to pick up a bushel of plums for his little girl, in the hope that some almost-out-of-season fruit would convince her to go on living.

[mrsoulstice-deactivated20230725]

Maya Purdie🖼️ the details

[inkoutsidethelines]

Thinking about how I would write an adult Scooby-Doo series, because I think it can be done.

The first thing I’d do is make the characters actually be adults.  Still young, but adults, in the mid to late 20s range.  Mystery Inc. is a private detective type business that they run together.  In this universe, the supernatural/ghosts/etc are real, but not necessarily common, so when they take on a case, the culprit might be a person disguised as a monster, or it might actually be a real ghost.  The stakes can be higher; sometimes a bad guy is legitimately trying to kill them.  Sometimes the mystery they’re trying to solve is a murder.  Sometimes they actually get hurt on their cases.

Fred: the core of Fred’s character should be that he’s incredibly kind.  Like, give a stranger the shirt off his back kind.  The “Fred can’t talk to potential clients because he might take a case for free and we need to eat” kind.  He’s an honest and good person and sometimes gets himself into trouble because he assumes other people are too.  While he’s not very good at reading people or noticing ulterior motives, he’s brilliant when it comes to mechanical or engineering type stuff, so he’s the one who keeps the mystery machine running, builds their gadgets, and of course, designs the traps.

Daphne: she comes from old money, and her parents absolutely despise her life choices, to the point where they haven’t officially disowned her, but they have basically cut her off, so she doesn’t actually have access to any family money.  Growing up wealthy has granted her a variety of skills, including speaking multiple languages, horseback riding, and fencing.  She’s very into fashion and jewelry (even if she can’t afford it anymore) and has extensive knowledge of both that can occasionally provide a vital clue in a case. And even though her parents have cut her off, Daphne still has a wide network of contacts she can ask for favors sometimes, because she’s personable, and people tend to like her.  Daphne is also very emotionally intelligent, and is usually the one who can spot when someone is lying to them.

Side note - I ship Fred and Daphne, so I think I would start them off as an established couple for this universe.  Dating, engaged, married, I don’t care.  They are stupidly in love, ride or die for each other.  There’s no will they, won’t they, no worries about cheating.  They are in a healthy, happy, loving relationship, and no one (not even Daphne’s disapproving parents) are going to mess that up for them.

Velma: she is the forensics nerd who sometimes gets super excited about the wrong thing at the wrong time (”He was mummified in seconds? That’s so cool!” “Velma!  His wife is standing right there!” “Oh.  Sorry.”).  She’s not purposely insensitive, she just gets laser focused on her work and forgets to filter herself sometimes.  She’s also the one who can get so fixated on solving whatever mystery they’re working on, she’s willing to bend or maybe break laws.  Is breaking and entering really so bad?  Not if it gets them answers.

Shaggy: he is still the comic relief, but he’s the comic relief by being the only person in the group that actually has common sense.  He manages the business’s finances, he’s the only one who knows how to cook, and the others tease him for being a coward sometimes, but Shaggy maintains that if a ghost with an axe is coming for you, running is the only sensible option.  He should also have a range of random knowledge that sounds useless, but sometimes saves the day (ex ventriloquism, origami, the history of spoons, etc).

Scooby: as this is a universe where supernatural creatures exist, Scooby is an ancient eldritch type being that took a shine to Shaggy when he was a kid, and took the form of a talking dog to befriend and hang out with him.  Aside from the talking dog bit and not aging, he never uses his powers in a way that anyone notices.  The audience is not told upfront that Scooby is an ancient eldritch being; it should slowly be hinted at throughout the series so the audience put it together, but the characters never realize it.  Scooby genuinely considers Shaggy to be his best friend, and cares about the rest of the gang too.

[creekfiend]

How does it feel to be the most galaxy brained person on the group therapy website

[thebibliosphere]

Sugar Vladdy: Chapter 27 is now available on Ao3

“Anything else?” the cashier asked. “Uh…” Vlad’s eyes scanned the row of items at the cashier’s back and directed her to a pack of nicotine gum, stalling for time. What was he stalling for? Nail polish? Really? You obviously want it. Just get it, said the voice that’d been growing bolder of late. I don’t need it, he argued back. It’s a pointless impulse. It’s not about need, the voice countered. It’s about having something nice just for you. Vlad bit his lip. I’ll never wear it… It’s not about wearing it. It’s about having the option. What are you afraid of? What was Vlad afraid of? Being judged by his father’s old friends at work? They already did that. What was one more thing…

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Oh, hey, it's technically tomorrow. Happy Friday.

[everythingfox]

Dogs getting to pick out their Christmas gifts

(via)

[textsfromthefifthbasement]

I love it when anons/guests find my works and kudo/leave reviews, but given the new revelation that Elon Musk is using bots to mine AO3 fanfiction for a writing AI without writer's permission, my works are now archive-locked and only available for people with an AO3 account.

[vanyamired]

r/AO3 - Sudowrites scraping and mining AO3 for it's writing AI

241 votes and 35 comments so far on Reddit

[not-a-regular-mom]

what the fuck.

[kelssiel]

to archive lock multiple works at once:

go to your dashboard then “works”

click the “edit works” button

select all the works you want to lock

click on the “edit” button

scroll down to “visibility” and select “only show to registered users”

then “update all works”

this will hide your works from anyone without an archive of our own account

[dumplinglove]

ur government assigned gender for the day is the first thing u get when u click this link to a randomised wikipedia article. NO REROLLS . i am the  trollsteineggje mountain in norway

[artofgerald]

Designs for most of the Minecraft animals <3 planning to implement them when I'm finished with the monsters!

[thebibliosphere]

What ever happened to Darles Charwin?

Ah, yes, Darles Charwin. The naturalist, biologist, botanist, and would-be supernaturalist Twitch chat wanted Vlad to have a fling with.

After an illustrious career in advancing the studies of demonic fungi, and a brief and thoroughly intensive study of vampiric physiology, Darles Charwin has retired to his country estate on the west coast of Nevrond where he lives with his life partner and a menagerie of animals.

The pair pass infrequent letters (usually when something exciting happens in the world of botany) with the cordial politeness of those who have seen each other naked but who are far better suited as like-minded colleagues who prefer it that way.

(Sure, sex is fun, but have you ever studied the effects of crossbreeding the carnivorous midnight peony with the common climbing rose? Good. You shouldn't. Don't... don't do that. And don't look in the greenhouse right now. Not until the gardeners wrangle the axe back.)

[thebibliosphere]

#phangs#this post is by itself excellent incentive for me to spend money on this book#getting a delightfully#jonathan strange and mr norrell#type vibe here

I cannot stress enough that Darles Charwin does not exist in the first book. Twitch chat made me create him during a live stream back in 2018, where they were throwing prompt words at me, and I had to make stories out of them.

His existence comes up in later books as a nod to Tumblr and its unparalleled ability to control my brain, like the writer's version of Ratatouille.

[lrowart22]

[lrowart22]

i thrive when im allowed to draw brainrot

[lrowart22]

i wanna grab both your shoulders and shake ya baby, snap out of it

[valtsv]

[valtsv]

[deepspacesluts]

Beyond and Back - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Roundtable [x]

[deepspacesluts]