Welcome to my Masterlist! You'll find stories for Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, other MCU characters, and some non-MCU characters. You'll find many more stories on my AO3.
MCU Masterlist
Steve Rogers Series and Oneshots
Bucky Barnes Series and Oneshots
Tony Stark Series and Oneshots
Non-MCU below!
This elder millennial/xennial posts mostly female reader/canon romantic stories, primarily with Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and Tony Stark. My writing is often smutty, always full of feelings and character moments, and the resulting stories vary from humorous, angsty, sexy, adventurous, or some combo therein.
This August, prepare yourselves for some shameless hoe shenanigans: Siri’s Birthday Bash: Favorite Things Edition 🤭
The event will be August 15-18, but I wanted to post info now so writing challenge participants have lots of time to work on their stories. Writing challenge submissions will be accepted starting August 15 and through the end of August (or later if needed; I’m flexible and don’t want you to stress ❤️)
There are two ways to participate in my birthday bash (you can do both, or just one, whatever you want!):
The writing challenge
Submitting your Superior AI Custom Order
🤭 That’s right, my good hoes, since the theme of my event is my favorite things, I wanted my “party favors” to be inspired by one of my favorite verses to write! Please note that Superior AI Custom Orders are limited to one submission per person, and that submissions will only be accepted during the event dates noted.
All event details and the Superior AI Custom Order Form are beneath the cut. If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out! Thank you so much! Can't wait to have some birthday fun with you all ❤️
GENERAL EVENT DETAILS
When: August 15-18
*Writing challenge submissions will be accepted through the end of August (or later if needed).
How to Participate:
🎁 Birthday Gifts aka the writing challenge
🎉 Party Favors aka Submit Your Superior AI Custom Order
🎁 BIRTHDAY GIFTS (AKA THE WRITING CHALLENGE) 🎁
Rules for Fic Entries:
500 word minimum, 5,000 word max. (Please put your story under a cut after 150 words.)
Original works only. If your story is part of a series, it must be able to be read as a standalone piece.
Please tag me @stargazingfangirl18 when posting your story.
Include the tag #happy birthday siri 2026 on the original post of your fic (not on reblogs or reblog replies, please.)
Any genre accepted! Can be fluff, angst, smut, comedy, AU, dark, soft!dark, whatever you want.
Please stick to the CE characters listed below, and no RPF.
Reader insert stories only. LGBTQ+, BIPOC, & interracial stories are welcome and encouraged!
No toilet stuff, no necrophilia, no snuff, or bestiality. Non-con and dub-con must fall within commonly posted dark fics. (FYI: I personally don’t read daddy kink, mommy kink, spit kink, lactation kink, harsh degradation, dumbification, or anything focusing on health/illnesses/medical details/scenarios.)
Please include warnings as needed for explicit language, explicit sexual content, non-con, dub-con, dark fic, trigger warnings, 18+, etc.
Odds & Ends:
Each writer can submit a maximum of 3 stories.
Writers DO NOT need to claim prompts.
Smut writers and characters must be 18+.
Writers can also submit a Superior AI Custom Order but please keep it to one submission per person.
You do not need to write smut, I know it’s not everyone’s jam.
I reserve the right to not read or reblog anything that makes me uncomfortable.
Writing Challenge Babes & Prompts
BABES
Andy Barber
Ari Levinson
Bryce Langley
Cole Turner
Curtis Everett
Frank Adler
Jake Jensen
Lloyd Hansen
Pete Brenner
Ransom Drysdale
Reverend Drew
Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy)
Steve Rogers
PROMPTS
Pick at least 1 prompt. You can pick more than 1, and you don’t need to claim prompts:
SCENARIOS:
Being a predatory babe’s prey (in a sexy way, not a hungry way lolll)
Sweet and/or Vulnerable!Reader x Scary!Hot!Babe
Being blackmailed by someone unlikely
Scary babe is only soft with you
Commitment phobe!babe is high key obsessed with you
A titillating encounter with a monster!babe
You’re an actual human disaster, but soft!dark babe finds it charming
Emotional constipation
Making a deal with the devil
Meet!oops or fail
Sacrificing yourself to a dangerous babe to save someone else
Being betrayed by someone you trust
DIALOGUE:
“I was just going to punish you, but now? Now I’m going to annihilate you.”
“Oh my god, how can someone be so fucking oblivious?!”
“You have no idea what your scent does to me.”
“That’s it! I’m done! No more adulting, no more responsibilities, no more anything! We’re just going to lay here and cuddle and hide from the rest of the world.”
“You picked the wrong man to steal from.”
“I have no idea what the future holds, but what I do know is that I want you by my side for every second of it.”
“I’ve never had someone so innocent, but by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be as corrupted as me.”
“Did you just… propose to me?”
“You know I reward loyalty and good work, and I thought she would make such a sweet, pretty gift.”
“Please, just give me one more chance. I know I can be better, for you. I would do anything for you.”
“The only thing you have to offer that’s of any interest to me is that sweet, warm place between your legs. So strip and show me just how badly you need my help.”
“I know I’m the last person you want to see right now, but we really need to talk.”
KINKS:
Breeding kink (non-pregnancy version)
Size kink
Praise kink
Somnophilia
Prone bone
Squirting
Manhandling
Oral sex (f receiving)
Anal play/sex
Overstimulation
Monster fucking
Creampie
TROPES:
Omegaverse
Mob AU
Good girl x bad boy
Biker AU
Delulu babe or Reader
Mercenary AU
Human disaster!Reader or babe
Conqueror AU
Friends to lovers
Sugar daddy/baby AU
Guard dog!Babe
CEO AU
🎉 PARTY FAVORS (AKA SUBMIT YOUR SUPERIOR AI CUSTOM ORDER) 🎉
Rules for Submission:
Submissions will only be accepted during the event dates of August 15-18. Those sent before or after those dates will be discarded.
You must submit your order by sending me an ask that answers the questions below.
There is a limit of 1 submission per person (please respect this limit, even if you request on anon; I don’t want to be overwhelmed or stressed).
Odds & Ends:
If you’re new to my Superior AI verse, you can check it out here.
Even if your babe of choice isn’t an AI in my verse, you can still request them for your custom order. Think of these resulting drabbles as AU :)
I may not get to every submission within the event timeframe, but I’ll try my best to answer all of them eventually, so please be patient.
Submit Your Superior AI Custom Order Form
Send me an ask with the following info, and I will write a (likely AU) Superior AI verse drabble starring the CE!babe of your choice! I’ve written these questions in one paragraph to make it easier for you to copy/paste, but you can space them out when you send your ask. Thank you!
Superior AI Custom Order Request: 1) Your CE!babe of choice (If you’d rather I pick the babe for you, let me know). 2) What are the top 3 reasons why you are ordering an AI? 3) Soft, soft!dark, or dark? 4) Smut or no smut?
Thank youuu. But also, happy birthday to me 🫠 lolll.
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Tagging some fellow hoes who may be interested or want to signal boost the event, no pressure though! (Sorry if I forgot anyone, I’m awful at tagging lol.) ❤️
Summary: As he searches millions of universes for a way to defeat Thanos without losing anyone in the process, Stephen can't help but look up his beloved Hope. He knows he shouldn't meddle in the events of worlds not his to influence, but makes an exception this time.
Length/Warnings: 1,703, tw homelessness
Notes: Written on impulse to cheer up @sobeautifullyobsessed who could also use some hope. Based in the Friday In the Park With Stephen universe, set during 14,000,604, with an alternate universe version of her OC Hope Collins (with her permission, and thank you!)
Please consider helping her out at her ko-fi or with a morale boost by reading and responding to something she's written!
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
~Translated selection from Sonnet XVII, by Pablo Neruda
The Light of Hidden Flowers
Not all universes are happy. Stephen knows this, has been faced with it multiple times during his Time Stone fueled search for answers… but seeing a devastated, depopulated New York in a few universes is less painful than what he sees here. He can imagine that deaths were quick, or that loved ones are holed away somewhere safe and hidden where he might never find them, and those thoughts bring a bizarre kind of comfort.
But the combination of finding a normal-looking universe without Hope and then immediately stepping into a universe where she’s downtrodden and in misery… it’s almost too much to bear.
Worse still, she’s clearly never met him before.
Unacceptable.
Tony’s pet project Peter would call this a side quest, but Stephen calls it justice. He knows himself, and it doesn’t take that much time to discover that this universe’s Stephen Strange is no sorcerer-- in fact, he’s a lonely workaholic, more dedicated and less egotistical, if the news articles are to be trusted. Well, no matter. If this universe needs him, it’ll call, whether or not the man’s wrist-deep in the task of saving someone’s life.
“Wake up!” Stephen tells his counterpart after spending an hour poking around in the quiet, sterile apartment. It’s too big, too empty, and oddly enough, too full of books of poetry and obviously thumbed-through romance novels. There’s just longing, and nowhere near enough satisfaction.
The solution is staring him in the face: this heartsore, Solemn version of himself needs color in his life, he needs joy, love, a reason for living.
He needs Hope.
Solemn startles awake, hand scrabbling for his wired alarm clock as if he could fight Stephen off with a symbol of time itself.
“I’ve finally truly lost it, haven’t I?” Solemn says bleakly, when his sleep-crusted eyes focus on his assailant.
“Wouldn’t you like to be found, instead?”
The bark of laughter he receives in response sounds so pained that Stephen almost wonders what it would be like to swap this man, send him on an adventure of a lifetime. Then again, if he could take someone with him, he’d have taken Not-His-Hope far away from this twisted-axis world and put her in the previous one, the universe that had already lost her.
“Trust me, buddy, no one’s looking.”
“You’re wrong,” Stephen says warmly, throwing an outfit at Solemn. “I’ll prove it to you, but if you hurt her, I’ll come back and set your whole world on fire.”
“Her?” Solemn scoffs-- but his hands speed up in their task of dressing. “What are you, the Ghost of Divorces Past?”
Stephen re-assesses how fair he’s been to this version of himself. If he’d married Christine and then lost her, instead of driving her away out of pain and ingratitude, he could very easily see himself becoming a sad recluse, wedded to his work.
“Sure I am. You have a spare room, yes?” he asks his other self, stalking out into the hallway to flip on the light and open various doors. Yes. Perfect. The overpriced apartment is just as he remembered, with two separate ‘master’ bedrooms of equal size-- and a shared luxury bathroom between. Just enough privacy and lack thereof.
“You do know it’s three in the morning,?” Solemn asks from behind him. “You’re not making me go out, are you? It’s freezing.”
Stephen whirls around. “Not fit for stray dogs, this weather, yes?” When Solemn just stands there looking confused, he pushes further. “Who or what do you think I am?”
“I think you’re a deranged version of me. You’re clearly here, I can touch you--” Solemn reaches out with one confident finger and pokes. “--but as to why, I couldn’t say. Cosmic realignment?”
“Something like that. I’m in the middle of saving the universe. Mine, mind you. Yours is… probably fine,” Stephen muses, gesturing for Solemn to follow him to the coat closet. He reaches in and pulls out a serviceable piece of boring warmth and tosses it over. “Except for one thing. The woman I love-- the woman you’ll probably love, if you know what’s good for you-- is in a bad way, here. Abandoned. Alone. It won’t stand. You’re in the same emotional space, by the looks of it, but where she has nothing, you have too much, if you catch my drift.”
Impatiently, Stephen finishes undoing the locks and yanks open the door, but as he’d worried, his dour other self hasn’t followed.
When he turns around to see why, Solemn is standing in the doorway in his socks.
“Shoes, you have shoes, do you not?”
“You’re an intergalactic matchmaker??”
Stephen walks over and points to the closet. “SHOES.”
“I--”
“Are you lonely?”
Solemn blinks at him, sleepiness and indignance warring on his face. “Yes.”
“Are you bored?”
A hesitant nod.
“Do you need color in your life? Flowers? Softness? Beauty? Grace?”
“I need sleep.”
Stephen sighs, then nods. “Okay, we’ll do it the easy way, then.” He spins up a portal to the parking lot Hope’s car is parked in, grabs Solemn by the elbow, and drags him through, socks and all.
He only realizes the flaw in his audacious plan when he taps on the slightly-fogged window. Consent. He has no idea whether she’ll be terrified to see two versions of a stranger demand that she uproot everything she owns. What if these two are too different to recognize each other’s souls?
It’s important that he not screw this up, so Stephen turns away to take a deep breath and settle himself. He runs through a bastardized version of one of Wong’s mantras and focuses on his breathing for a while, stepping further away so he’s not standing in a half-frozen puddle.
When he’s ready a few minutes later, Stephen is surprised to see that life has continued on without his interference, in the most unexpected and heartwarming of ways.
Solemn is crouched next to the open door of Hope’s sedan, and he’s got a small flashlight in his hand. Hope is cocooned in a blanket, stockinged feet dangling out of the car, staring at him in wonder. His heart contracts in his chest. She looks so like his Hope, and yet not quite.
“Tip your head back?” Solemn commands in a concerned voice. He straightens, a few seconds later, and looks over at Stephen. “She’s not well.”
“What do you want to do about it?”
“I’m sorry, are-- are you twins?” Hope asks in a weary voice, one hand steadying herself as she stands on the hem of her blanket. Stephen can’t skip ahead, can’t use magic to mend either of them. He’s got to experience each second, each minute of trying to persuade these people they’re good for each other.
It’s excruciating.
“That would be both more and less Strange than the reality,” Stephen finally answers with a forced chuckle. “How long can you leave your car here?”
Her expression grows distant, but somehow more noble, at the same time. “Two days, why?”
Stephen looks at Solemn, who is looking at him like he’s just solved a riddle. “You love her!” The steam from his exclamation puffs out into the cold night air and disappears, just like Stephen’s hopes that his crazy plan will work. There’s no way she’ll trust them now.
“He does look at me like he knows me, somehow,” Hope observes, shuffling over to stand closer to Solemn. “You’re warm,” she whispers, next. “I thought this was a dream, but--”
“So did I! I should be asleep, but instead I’m here living out a real-life Dickens nov-- Hang on,” Solemn says, breaking off and snapping his fingers before pointing at Stephen. “You want me to take her home with me, don’t you! What is this, our do-over?”
“Home,” Hope muses softly, before Stephen can answer.
It’s too much for him, and he looks up at the sky, furious at himself for his inability to hide the agony he’s feeling to see this normal-looking world’s miserable flaws. Escape is right there for the taking, and he almost wishes he had the cowardice to skip to the next universe and pretend this one never happened.
Ten million universes, and no solution to be found, yet. Is it comforting that it took ten million universes to find one where Hope is--
A hand on his arm startles Stephen out of his agonizing reverie.
“What can I do to help?” Hope asks.
That question hurts more than anything he endured at Dormammu’s hands.
“You can trust me,” he blurts out. “Both of you. Go through the portal I’m about to make, and lay down in a warm bed and sleep until you aren’t tired anymore.” Stephen turns to look at Solemn. “Talk to each other. Cook together. Read. If after a week you’re not smiling more, if you don’t feel like your day is brighter, help get her back on her feet and move on.”
The cold air is already freezing the tear tracks on his face, and Stephen wipes them away-- but Solemn surprises him by grabbing his hand and looking at the scars there.
“Who are you?”
“I’m you, after more trauma and triumph.”
“And you know her? From where you’re from?”
“Yes.” Stephen looks over and sees that Hope’s shivering. He pulls his wrist free of Solemn and casts a portal directly to the guest bedroom, watching her face. The bright gold casts a light that makes her frozen, delicate wonder look statuesque, despite her patched blanket. “Go on,” he encourages.
“You’re not coming?” she says, looking longingly at the bed on the other side. Solemn comes over to her and offers his arm, catching his breath when she looks up and nods shyly. The two are so caught up in the newness of each other that they don’t hear his answer.
I'll treasure this gorgeous piece of writing forever. That you took my beloved OC, who spends so much of her time doing whatever she can to love and to comfort her Stephen, and showed me mercy by showing it to her🥹🥹🥹. I'm very much in need of this right now, and in the days ahead as I'll be back to living in my car in 24 hours. Thank you for the comfort and the reminder of Hope (and hope) and for the beauty of this story.🦋🩷
Oh, thanks so much dear one! I am completely unequal to the task of describing how much I want better for you, but know I so, so wish circumstances were different. I am glad I can at least soothe you in this way when all else is beyond reach!
A user on "X" named John Doe has figured out what appears to be a sure-fire AI indicator detectable on AO3 stories when viewed in HTML. Basically, when someone copies over text from Claude results, it includes CSS indicators unique to Claude. The phrase 'font-claude-response-body' is included in the HTML when copied directly from Claude into the AO3 HTML input box.
This is like if you color the text in the HTML mode on Tumblr, but the code to do that only shows up in HTML mode. This is the same thing, invisible formatting tags carried over from Claude.
The "X" user has written an AO3 site skin that makes these easily visible, and here's a link to the reddit post on r/archiveofourown where I found the link. This includes some comments from me, full disclosure. It's possible to view stories via HTML and search for the string of characters yourself without the site skin.
I don't want any appearance of stealing their work or bypassing their announcement or I'd offer a different link for you! We'll hope they're willing to post an announcement elsewhere, but I haven't found any (and the search process was depressing, lots of AI-focused fanfic sites/groups/encouragement).
reminder to worldbuilders: don't get caught up in things that aren't important to the story you're writing, like plot and characters! instead, try to focus on what readers actually care about: detailed plate tectonics
Why is the mountain range square. How did the mountain range form. Why is there one singular volcano in the center. Why does it act like a composite volcano but have magma that acts like it’s from a shield. If it’s hotspot based volcanic activity why is there only one volcano.
And then the misty mountains!!!! Why isn’t there a rain shadow!! And why is there a FOREST where the rain shadow should be!!!!!!!!
Wind blows clouds in from the sea, but mountains are so tall the clouds can't get past 'em, so you get deserts on the windward side of mountain ranges because clouds can't get there to water the land, or do so only very rarely.
this is because, as clouds are forced upwards by rising land, they cool and dump their rain. so the side of the mountain facing the ocean (or an inland sea, or a great lake) gets all the rain as the clouds are squeezed out, and the opposite side gets nothing.
my favorite thing is the american great lake snowbelts! so, the 'flow' of weather across north america, in very general terms, blows from the northwest on down south and east to the gulf of mexico.
so the wind is blowing from west to east, and in the winter it's a dryer wind than in the summer because it's colder. but after blowing across a great lake for a hundred miles, the wind is wet again. and that wet turns into snow. so for all of these lakes, the big cities are on the west side, not the east sides, because the east sides absolutely suck to live on.
the sole exception is buffalo, NY, which literally has to be there because, unfortunately, that's where all the important canal stuff between lake ontario and lake erie is happening.
also this always strikes me as cool, check out where cleveland is:
it's right at the edge of that snowbelt. and you see way more cities west of it than east, too.
#but again. mordor looks like that becaue sauron made it#and he's an ass
On a Watsonian level, sure.
On a Doylistic level, Mordor looks like that because plate tectonics was a fringe, ludicrous, laughable theory that nobody outside serious geology nerds had ever heard of until scientists proved seafloor spreading in the early 1960s. The first edition of the LotR trilogy was published in 54-55. We literally did not know that plate tectonics was real until almost a decade after the book was published, so obviously, it was not something Tolkien could have been considering as he made his maps.
I don't know enough meteorological history to know when white people figured out about rain shadows and added it to geology classes, or what would have been taught about volcanoes and such. But any education Tolkien got on the subject would have been in childhood/adolescence; his college education focused on the liberal arts, not the sciences, and his professional study was linguistics and the middle ages. So anything Medieval and earlier European authors wrote about he had a pretty good chance of knowing about. But not much exposure to modern science. So his science knowledge was probably limited to "what English schools taught at the turn of the 20th Century."
I mean, it's true he didn't know about plate tectonics, but he did know what mountains look like, and that it's not normally That. And it wasn't his style to break that kind of norm without cause.
LotR has recurring themes of the reckless imposition of one's will on the natural world creating ugliness, an order you thought was inherently an improvement that in fact is inferior to what you have displaced. (Typified by reckless tree-felling; a reflection of the despoiling of the English countryside and the world by Progress.)
Mordor is a rectangle because Sauron is an asshole.
#the rain shadow thing otoh was undoubtedly total ignorance#but those mountains were made as the fortress of a demigod#too steeped in evil to understand beauty#it's *supposed* to look like something that Shouldn't Exist#like quite often this is something that happens in worldbuilding yes#things are arranged Wrong because a person doesn't grasp the underlying logic#but mordor is a bad example for the same reason it's an obvious one#it's So Very Wrong because it was designed to be wrong#to give you a bad feeling with how much it shouldn't look like that#if he just wanted it unapproachable on all sides it could've been in a caldera formation it didn't *need* corners#the corners were a choice#tolkien's job involved lots of looking at maps and things okay#meanwhile people whose lives revolved around the weather generally knew where the rain happened#long before it was formalized into 'rain shadow effect'#people not having The Science doesn't mean they don't have eyes and brains
I wrote an entire paper in college analyzing the geology of the Misty Mountains and to a lesser extent the White Mountains (the Misty Mountains are easier because we get a cross-section via Moria). One thing I discovered that still knocks me for a loop when I think about it is:
Moria is the only place in Middle-Earth where mithril is found, right? That's kind of a big deal. So, why? What makes that location so special? Is it just random?
I found a paper that had just been published *that year*, 2011 or 2012 as I was writing it, that studied the locations of precious-metals mines in the Pyrenees, the similarly long skinny mountain chain that divides Spain and France. This paper discovered that where there was a bend in the mountain chain, from one of the continental plates having an awkward corner in it that got subducted under the other plate, that had dug deeper into the mantle and caused precious-metal-bearing ores to flow up to the surface in ways they didn't do anywhere else in the Pyrenees.
There's a conversation in The Fellowship of the Ring where one of the hobbits -- I don't have my copy handy or I'd get the direct quote -- asks why they can see the Misty Mountains ahead of them at one point if they're still heading south from Rivendell, and it's explained that south of Caradhras (which you may recall is the surface mountain under which Moria runs) the mountain chain bends and runs southwest instead of due south for a while.
Tolkien had absolutely no way to know *why* this particular feature of a mountain range was associated with intrusions of rare and unique metal ores, but he had gone backpacking in mountains enough to know How Things Should Look.
(And as prev excellently points out, when Jirt made screwed-up geology it was very much on purpose. Mordor shouldn't be square! Mount Doom shouldn't be doing any of the things it does! A composite volcano shouldn't even have especially hot lava! Even the Gulf of Udun, the circular feature at the upper left corner of the square, shouldn't be like that -- perfectly round features should be impact craters or calderas, not The Mountains Just Do This In A Suspiciously Convenient Way. These are all the way they are because Sauron forced them to be, in defiance of the laws of nature. Remember, he's akin to Balrogs and was a Maia of Aulë -- he's a volcano spirit in many ways.)
anyway the actual point of fandom is to inspire each other. reading each other's fics and admiring each other's art and saying wow i love this and i feel something and i want to invoke this in other people, i want to write a sentence that feels like a meteor shower, i want to paint a kiss with such tenderness it makes you ache, i want to create something that someone else somewhere will see it and think oh, i need to do that too, right now. i am embracing being a corny cunt on main to say inspiring each other is one of the things humanity is best at and one of the things fandom is built for and i think that's beautiful
I do think it's kind of funny when plot summaries are like "character A encounters the last person they expected...their ex." Idk about you guys I'd be less surprised if my new coworker/roommate/random dance partner was my ex than I would if it was, like, Megawati Sukarnoputri the first woman president of Indonesia.
Any of my exes could plausibly attend the same conference as me. But I'd be really surprised to encounter former US Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice
This poll is ambiguous if you (a) Don't have an ex or (b) Are Egyptian diplomat Hassan Gamal Ahmad Hassan, whose marriage to Megawati Sukarnoputri was anulled in 1972.
Pigeon uses Remembrance day poppies to build a nest on top of Anti-bird spikes in 2019. The absolute amount of symbolism going on here is off the charts.
A pigeon. Both in that it's a dove which means peace, but more importantly that pigeons were essential as messengers during WWI. Most famously Cher Ami.
The spikes resembling violence and hostility.
Using Poppy pins made specifically for Remembrance day and all the symbolism of Poppies and WWI itself.
The fact that it stole the poppies from a tomb of an unknown soldier.
The fact it took them to make a nest to lay eggs and raise its babies in.
The fact that it's on the ledge of a church.
The fact that the window it chose to make the nest against is of a wounded soldier.
You couldn't have STAGED a better photo if you tried.
specifically the way it’s nesting on anti-pigeon architecture and pigeons are no longer remembered or valued for their service to society and instead seen as vermin just as a disproportionate number of homeless people are veterans who are no longer remembered or valued as people but instead seen as vermin and must build their lives around anti-homeless architecture and policies.
ok so this is another long shot but a few years ago there was a twitter post (in japanese i think?) that had measurememts for how to make this book stand thing out of cardboard that you could use to double up books and use up more space on shelves
back then i made a bunch of these but by now i lost the pic and dont know how to find the original post anymore
if it comes down to it i can just take one apart and get the measurements from there but i would be very grateful if anyone happens to have the original post or something similar??
don't mind how long it's been since i made this post, anyway i realized that i don't even need to take one apart to get the measurements when i can literally just unfold it and refold it /FACEPALM
so anyway here is the diagram for anyone else who is interested!!
this requires pretty big carboard pieces, if you have a really big box or something you can make it from one piece, but if you don't, you can also just make each of the pieces individually and then tape them together
and then in the end you put it together like this!!
and then when you make a bunch you can put them all next to each other and stack your books like crazy
EVERYONE START GETTING MORE USE OUT OF YOUR SPACE NOW!!!!
You can and should write fanfiction that isn't perfect. You can and should write whatever fanfiction you want. You can and should write fanfiction that brings you joy even if it's silly or goofy or weird.
Except for me. My fanfic has to be perfect and read like a novel and ruin at least one person's sleep schedule.
Fantastic article!! The guys looking for it were fish researchers who saw it one time, knew instantly it was an undescribed species, and then tried for nearly 20 years to find and document it!
It's a type of ghost pipefish, related to seahorses, and it floats around coral reefs looking like a piece of algae and hunting unsuspecting prey
They are, of course, named after Snuffleufagus from Sesame Street!
Later on it the project, they got citizen science involved, and people across the Pacific started reporting sightings of snuffy fish from all over!
Hooray for science and hooray for S. snuffleufagus !
