Jenny | '98 | she/they | Pisces | Sweden Mainblog for s-kiz and got7-caixukun I write original stories and fanfictions, and read during the majority of my free time. I occasionally do art, too. pigalleonwattpad is my writing blog, and pigalle is my ao3.
I'm instituting a new policy of "if I can't easily read your crusty scanned PDF then I'm sending it back to you, telling you to get your shit together and save your .docx as .pdf, and causing snakes to manifest inside your house"
this but also if you are in accounting and you have an Excel file please do not save it as a PDF or take a screenshot of it and then paste it into another Excel file
Good afternoon to everyone in the notes having a horrible time! Y'all are fighting demons I never knew existed!! I think every person that makes you do stupid time wasting shit like this because they refuse to learn basic computer literacy should be fired!!
condo stairway scene gets me every single time bc of the way ilya lingers. the way he takes way too long to tie his shoes & adjust his jeans, the way he stands for a moment even though his cab is definitely there & the way he teases shane as he slowly lowers himself to give the sweetest, most unhurried kiss goodbye.
@yearnalisms requested to bring this beautiful text post by @honeyybrii to gif form! all inspo credit to op of the text post! š this tag is especially a good sum up of the set:
#it's genuinely so funny everytime ilya tries to teeheehaha around an insecurity #shane is like actually š¤šš»
fuck it friday saturday -> tagged by @corporatebanana & @rcmclachlan <3
i thought i'd posted about this more than once, but i guess i haven't. this is going to be so out of context, i'm sorry. AU where buck and tommy are at the 118 together. this wip is going in all sorts of directions and i guess we're doing gay chicken now?? enjoy!
Tommy was an asshole and a coward, but he had boundaries. Buckley wasn't a fighter; sparring with him was a mess of limbs and teasing, more often than not. They'd gotten along well today, Tommy had no motive, yet when he saw the opening he took it.
He side stepped at just the right time and took the kid down. Buckley exclaimed, but was too winded to enunciate. Tommy went down with him, easily flipping him from his back to his front, and put the entirety of his weight down on Buckley's body.
āDude, come oāā He went quiet, as Tommy pressed his face to the back of his head. Tommy's nose was tucked into the short hair, right behind his ear. Tommy wasn't an aggressive person, but he found himself pushing his hips forward in a way Buckley couldn't misinterpret. He held the position for a few long seconds, listening to Buckley breathe against the mat.
Tommy exhaled forcefully. Buckley shivered at the feeling. āStill wondering?ā Tommy breathed against his ear. He pushed himself up, climbed off, and headed for the showers. His fingers tingled. Buckley could report him for that, but the more pressing thought was how perfectly his ass felt in the cradle of Tommy's hips.
He didn't look back, but there was no scramble of sneakers, no sound to indicate that Buckley got up.
The rest of the shift was quiet, not in terms of calls, but Buckley. He wasn't talking to Tommy, or anyone else. He caught Tommy's eyes across the room a few times, but didn't say anything.
At the end of the shift, they handed the house over to B-shift and got ready to head home. Tommy was dragging his feet. The night had been uneventful, so he'd fallen into a deeper sleep than normal. He felt groggy and not particularly fit to drive.
He thought he was the last to leave, but when he walked to his truck, Buckley was leaning against it. When he saw him approach, Buckley crossed his arms. āWhat if I am?ā
āWhat?ā Tommy grunted.
āWondering.ā
It took a moment for Tommy to figure out what the fuck he was saying. āI shouldn't have done that.ā
āI would've wondered either way.ā His face was unusually neutral.
āI have places to be. Move.ā Buckley stood his ground. It was impressive how little effort it took for the kid to drive Tommy up the wall. Tommy took a step closer and repeated himself, āMove.ā
āMake me.ā
Tommy's duffel slipped off his shoulder, hitting the pavement with a thud. He pressed his hand to the middle of Buckley's chest, pinning him to the door. āYou get off on people being mean to you?ā
āWhat if I do?ā
Tommy could feel Buckley's heart pound against his ribcage. He was equally aware of the CCTV in the parking lot. No one checked the tapes, unless they had reason to, but it made his neck prickle.
He curled his fingers in Buckley's shirt, yanking him away from the car. As tall as he was, there was barely any bulk to him. Buckley stumbled to the side, giving Tommy the opening to grab his bag and get into the driver's seat.
Buckley huffed and puffed a bit, but didn't grab the door, to keep it from closing. He had a lot to say, but for once he kept his mouth shut.
Tommy hesitated, but ultimately pulled out of the lot and headed home.
-theres two outs, so if hes out, the inning is over. even if the runner on second base gets home, the run doesnt count. its not until hes safe at first that the run scores
-theres no specific rule in baseball about running backwards from first, just that you ācannot retreat to home baseā meaning so long as if you dont touch the plate, its fine
Let me see if I can break this down a little more.
Javier BĆ”ez (the batter, a Chicago Cub, wearing blue) has just hit the ball. His job is now to run around the bases - 1st, 2nd, 3rd, back to where he started (āhomeā), at which point he will have scored a point. In practice, he will probably stop partway, wait for the next batter to get a hit, and try to make it home from there.
The Pittsburgh Pirates (in white) are fielding. Their job is to stop the Cubs from scoring by getting them out, by various combinations of catching the ball and tagging people or bases with it.
The scoreboard (top left) shows that one Cub has already made it to second base, so he will resume running now that Javy has a hit. It also shows that two Cubs are out. If a third Cub gets out, their turn to bat will be over, it will be the Piratesā turn to bat, and the Cubs canāt score anymore (for now, but thatās not relevant).
The Pirate at first base (the first baseman) has the ball. All he needs to do is step on first base while holding it before Javy gets there, and Javy is out. This is probably the number one most common thing a first baseman has to do.
He does not do it.
For some reason he starts chasing Javy, presumably trying to tag him with the ball directly. This is a perfectly legitimate way of getting him out, but also completely unnecessary.
This has never happened to Javy before. Unsure what else to do, he just kind ofā¦ jogs backwards away from him.
Meanwhile, the Cub who was at second base (Contreras) has made it all the way back to home. Because the Piratesā first baseman has helpfully walked the ball back home, he can easily toss it to the Pirate at home (the catcher) who will tag Contreras out.
The catcher doesnāt tag him in time.
The umpire signals that Contreras is safe (not out).
Javy also signals that Contreras is safe, just for fun. Heās never been nearby when a teammate makes it home before, and heās enjoying himself.
Notice that the score has not changed, even though Contreras made it home. Thatās because Javy is still technically running to first base. If he gets out before he reaches it, the Cubsā turn to bat is over, and nothing else thatās happened since he hit the ball matters.
Javy remembers this, and heads back to first base. The catcher throws the ball to another Pirates fielder, who is frantically running to do the first basemanās job.
He doesnāt catch it.
Javy is safe at first. Contreras scores (although the scoreboard wonāt change for a second).
Javy notices how far away that ball landed, and decides he can make it to second base before anyone picks it up and tags him out.
An offscreen Pirate throws the ball to second base, where another Pirate is ready and waiting to catch it, tag Javy out, and end the Cubsā turn to bat.
He doesnāt catch it.
Javy is safe at second. The video doesnāt show it, but he will go on to score as well.
This should have been a very easy out for the Pirates, but through two dropped catches and one truly bizarre decision from the first baseman, they snatched defeat from the jaws of victory and turned it into two points for the Cubs.
free use is kind of a funny kink bc it relies on the idea that everybody wants to touch you and have sex with you but what if they don't. what if you tell everybody at the party you're free use but they all ignore you and mind their own business
My biggest tip for fanfic writers is this: if you get a character's mannerisms and speech pattern down, you can make them do pretty much whatever you want and it'll feel in character.
Logic: Characters, just like real people, are mallable. There is typically very little that's so truly, heinously out of character that you absolutely cannot make it work under any circumstance. In addition, most fans are also willing to accept characterization stretches if it makes the fic work. Yeah, we all know the villain and the hero wouldn't cuddle for warmth in canon. But if they did do that, how would they do it?
What counts is often not so much 'would the character do this?' and more 'if the character did do this, how would they do it?' If you get 'how' part right, your readers will probably be willing to buy the rest, because it will still feel like their favourite character. But if it doesn't feel like the character anymore, why are they even reading the fic?
Worry less about whether a character would do something, and more about how they'd sound while doing it.
in Finland, it is illegal to kill a bear when itās hibernating. If you ask a hunter why that is, a number of them will tell you itās wrong simply because it is the law, and they donāt make a distinction between what is right, and what is legal. Most people like that are perfectly normal, decent and respectable people, just like the rest of us.
Ā But if you ask people who think about things, the answer is vague. Killing a hibernating bear would just feelā¦ impolite? You canāt fucking shoot a man when heās sleeping, thatās just fucking rude. Itās just not the right thing to do.
Ā Long before hunting laws were established in Finland, you couldnāt kill a sleeping bear, and what commands you is something older than law: tradition. Even at a time when hunting was a matter of life and death, and a bear fighting for its life is mainly a matter of death, you just didnāt kill a hibernating bear, you have to wake it up first. Hunters risked their lives, the lives of their brothers and everyone in the hunting party, who were friends, family and men that they loved, to give the bear a fighting chance.
Ā In the modern time, the hunting season of bears is in the summer, for the warmest summer months. There are many reasons for why they are allowed to tread safely in autumn and to sleep in peace through the cold months, almost all of which are rational and scientific, and do not touch the old traditions.
Ā Old faith says a living thing has many souls - henki, luonto, itse. Plants only have one - the one that wills them to grow. Animals have two, both the spark of life and nature that enables them to act. A human being also has the third, one that makes them a person, personality, itse, literally āselfā. But the soul that travels in your dreams is not the soul that defines a human - animals have that one as well. When your dog runs in her sleep, her soul is elsewhere, where a dog is needed.
Ā Oneās waking soul is elsewhere when they sleep and dream. A bearās soul is somewhere else when they are hibernating - there are two words for āhibernationā in finnish, one of which is talviuni, āwinter sleepā, and that is the one that bears have - and if you kill a sleeping bear, their soul is not in the body, it is still out there, and it can find you, and as a revenge for killing its body, Ghost Bear will kill your entire fucking family.
As you know, counting sheeps is perfect for sleep. Sheeps take that job very seriously. But some are still learning. Itās fine, I donāt think Wolf Hunter minds. ššš
The best thing for me, as an ex- Starbucks employee, is the horror that genuinely is the milk delivery when itās only you and one other shift member. Though, I did end up learning how to carry six individual gallons of milk at once.
Shane was there when Ilya got the call, his arm heavy across Ilya's stomach, like even in sleep he could tell something was trying to take Ilya away from him.
When Boston realize Ilya wants out, they send him to the highest bidder. The highest bidder is LA.
