Happy Pride Month to all of my fellow aces!! 🖤🩶🤍💜
i don't do bad sauce passes
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will byers stan first human second
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
trying on a metaphor
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Keni

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shark vs the universe
Peter Solarz
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cherry valley forever
Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Jules of Nature

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we're not kids anymore.

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Happy Pride Month to all of my fellow aces!! 🖤🩶🤍💜
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now might be a good time to reread Pas de Deux...
If for some reason you HAD to eat a strict vegan diet for a week, how difficult would that be for you?
I'm already vegan
I'm not vegan, but this would be very easy
It would require some effort, but I could definitely do this
I could probably do this, but it would be somewhat difficult
It would be pretty difficult
I don't think I could do that
This would be 100% impossible for me
Vegan means no meat or animal products whatsoever– you would have to avoid meat, fish or seafood of any kind, eggs, milk, cheese, butter, gelatin, honey, lard, whey, etc.
For this poll, count ALL animal-derived food products, even things like honey where no animals are harmed or exploited to get it. Don't consider non-food things like leather, wool, silk, etc.
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We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.
Returning for 2026!
Feveruary is a sickfic event with a closer focus on comfort and caretaking!
Hello guys! After a busy year, Feveruary has been taken over solely by myself (as Somber is taking a well deserved break) so I appreciate everyone’s patience and understanding at the lack of clarity of this year’s event.
That being said, I can’t wait to see what great things are written this year, we had an amazing year last year and I hope this continues. Hopefully these prompts live up to the expectations, I know many people have been waiting a while for them. As always, the ask box is open for any questions!
Prompt Text Version Below!
Returning for 2026!
Feveruary is a sickfic event with a closer focus on comfort and caretaking!
Hello guys! After a busy year, Feveruary has been taken over solely by myself (as Somber is taking a well deserved break) so I appreciate everyone’s patience and understanding at the lack of clarity of this year’s event.
That being said, I can’t wait to see what great things are written this year, we had an amazing year last year and I hope this continues. Hopefully these prompts live up to the expectations, I know many people have been waiting a while for them. As always, the ask box is open for any questions!
Prompt Text Version Below!
Re: my last post, some prompt ideas if people would like to request one for a particular fandom!
Helloooo it’s been forever (grad school) but I have a few weeks off and would like to at least try to write a little bit! So consider this a prompt call of sorts: if anyone has prompts for sickfic or hurt/comfort, send them my way! Fandoms I think I’ll write for right now are KPop Demon Hunters, Lockwood&Co, and HTTYD (Hiccstrid and/or Hiccup & Valka).
Do you speak Spanish?
I thought everybody does but I just met a person who doesn’t speak Spanish…
Do you speak Spanish?
Yes
No
I know some fic writers get stressed about writing tropes they think are too popular or overdone, and I need you all to know that I just spent 4 hours reading every iteration of the same exact fic plot I could find, and they all brought me an indescribable amount of joy. Listen. Listen. Sometimes you want cakes of many flavours and sometimes you want Nine Carrot Cakes
Fanfiction Writers! How long have you been writing fanfiction!
Less than 1 year.
1 to 5 years.
5 to 6 years.
6 to 7 years.
7 to 8 years.
8 to 9 years.
9 to 10 years.
10+ years.
20+ years.
30+ years.
40+ years.
50+ years (Star Trek fanfics FTW).
Feel free to reblog to have more people to vote. Feel free to explain why you voted the way you did. DO NOT SENT ANON HATE FOR HOW PEOPLE VOTED.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Another KPDH fic for the world. Somehow this movie has gotten me writing again??
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
...just going to leave this one here, I guess
SO weird to me that the default assumption in modern fandom is that you must be attracted to your favorite characters. nah man those are just my funky little guys and gals i want to study them under a microscope. i want to put them in a mason jar and shake it and see what happens
I can't believe they let me be a PhD student idk what the hell I'm doing
I hope you enjoy your cruise and get a chance to relax and take care of yourself! ❤️
Another potential prompt, if it strikes your fancy: maybe PSOLC Aaron having a nightmare while staying at the Blake’s and Alex and Charlie tag team comforting him? Or Charlie has to step in when Alex gets overwhelmed herself? (They’re just kids!)
this made me WEEPY and oh how I love the Wonder Twins so much
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“Birdy?”
Alex rolled over, the covers tangling around her. The voice was familiar, but it didn’t seem quite right. It wasn’t Emily, and she wasn’t in her bed in her dorm room, and it certainly wasn’t one of her brothers at home.
“Birdy, something’s wrong with Aaron.”
Then she remembered. She was at the Blakes’ house, it had to be the middle of the night, and the little voice belonged to Spencer.
Alex pushed herself up on her elbows, squinting in the dark as she tried to force herself to be more awake. Spencer hovered at the edge of her bed, his hair tousled from sleep and his blanket clutched to his chest. “What’s wrong with Aaron, baby?” she said, her voice coming out in a tired creak. “Is he sick?”
Spencer shook his head. “Bad dream, I think.”
She swung her legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll go check on him,” she said. She paused long enough to kiss the top of his head. “Go cuddle with Jamie, okay? I’ll come get you when he’s okay.”
Spencer nodded and she hurried down the dark hall to the guest room. Before she even opened the door she could hear Aaron mumbling in his sleep. The covers were hopelessly tangled around him; the pillows had been knocked to the floor.Â
“Aaron?” she said. “It’s okay. It’s just a dream.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, curling her legs underneath her. Whatever he was dreaming about had him in a stranglehold, he didn’t seem to hear her. He thrashed against the mattress, still mumbling frantically, but he wasn’t making any sense.
“Aaron?” Alex said, raising her voice a little. She ran her hand along his cheek. “You’re okay. You’re just dreaming, you need to wake up.”
He groaned, his eyes scrunched tightly closed. Alex leaned over him and had to jump back before he struck wildly at her. “Aaron!”
Between Aaron and Spencer she was no stranger to nightmares, but she’d never seen him like this before. A spike of panic made her heart squeeze tight in her chest and she took Aaron by the arm and shook him gently. “Aaron, come on-”
He howled, pulling away from her touch, and she shrank away. “Come on, Aaron, please, just wake up-”
A light touch on her upper back startled her. “He’ll be okay,” Charlie told her softly.Â
“I can’t get him to wake up-”
“Hold his hand,” Charlie told her. Alex obeyed, taking Aaron’s hand in both of hers, and Charlie rubbed his shoulder. “Aaron, honey, you’re safe. You’re just dreaming.”
It seemed like ages before his eyes shot open and he gasped for air like he’d been held underwater. “What happened?” he rasped out, staring wildly at them. “Where’s…where’s Spencer?”
“He’s fine, he’s with James,” Charlie said. She switched on the bedside lamp, casting a gentle warm glow in the dark room. Aaron flinched. “You’re safe, sweetheart, you just had a bad dream. Alex is right here holding your hand, okay?”
He blinked, his eyes still blank and wild like he didn’t understand what she was saying. Alex squeezed his hand tight and that seemed to draw him back. He blinked again, and this time there was recognition in his eyes. “Alex?” he said unsteadily.
She crawled closer to him. “I’m right here,” she said. He pushed himself up awkwardly until he half fell into her lap. “Hey, hey, you’re all right. Just breathe.”
He closed his eyes and leaned his head against her stomach; Alex shushed him gently and ran her fingers through his thick dark hair. “I’m going to get you some water,” Charlie said. She adjusted the covers gently, untangling the sheets and the quilt and draping them back over him neatly like he was as young as Spencer. “Just stay right here with Sissy, okay? She’s got you.”
“Okay,” Aaron said, and there was a tremor in his voice that Alex hated. Charlie squeezed his arm and slipped out into the hall. “I’m sorry I…I woke you up.”
“Don’t apologize,” Alex said. He didn’t seem to hear her; he frowned and adjusted so he could see her better and she repeated herself, his gaze focused on her mouth so he could lipread. “Spencer came and got me.”
“Is he okay?”
“He’s fine, he was just worried about you,” Alex said. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Aaron shook his head, slumping back against her lap. She didn’t push it. Instead she kept running her fingers through his hair, soft and rhythmic. In a moment she knew he would be back to his usual self, the grief that plagued him locked away somewhere secret and quiet, but for the time being she just sat beside him, feeling his grief weighing on her own heart and wishing she could take it away from him for good.Â
Hey. International people.
Keep calling it the Gulf of Mexico or whatever your term is for it. Do not allow the Republican regime to label that body of water the Gulf of America to the world. The name came from a the term Mexica, what the Aztecs called themselves. It’s been called the Gulf of Mexico since the 1600s.
Keep calling it Denali. The original name before it was Mount McKinley. Don’t let the Indigenous Peoples/First Nations be erased.
It may sound stupid and petty. But it is an attempt to rewrite history and make us forget the origins. It is a literal white washing of history. This type of censorship is a beginning to greater evils.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I'm alive! And I wrote a thing! Crazy, I know. And, um, probably not a fandom most of you follow me for, since it's my first in the Lone Star space, but I hope a few people will enjoy it! It's a sickfic, as always with me.
Summary: TK's not feeling great at work. (OK, maybe that's an understatement, given that he threw up in the rig.) Tommy, Nancy, and Carlos to the rescue!