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we're not kids anymore.

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dirt enthusiast
i don't do bad sauce passes
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Titanic AU where Thomas Andrews somehow survives the sinking but is so sad and (unnecessarily) ashamed that he lets everyone believe he died and (like Rose) lives life under a new last name in America.
A few months into his new life he comes across a struggling Rose and, bonded by their trauma, decide to stick together. Slow burn romance ensues where both try to deny their feelings for the other to themselves, trying to convince themselves it’s all platonic. Eventually they give in (AS THEY SHOULD).
And then they marry, have children, and live happily ever after.
My new flight school flies da20s and it turns out diamonds don't have electric stall horns so every walk around I have to suck on a hole on the leading edge of the wing until the plane squeals and I feel like a perv
Giving the planes a pre flight saftey kiss ♥️
nope fuck this
hope you all like TNG and DS9 Romulans
“I never grabbed Pat Tallman’s ass, but I swear to God she was grabbing mine every five minutes. It’s true. And not only that, but whenever I wore the G’Kar chestpiece—the famous chestpiece with all the rippling muscles; give me a break—Peter Jurasik would come over and start doing this pinching to my nipples. And not just one; both of them. It hurt. So one day I fixed him. I came out, and he came rushing over, his fingers twitching, and I had put Band-Aids on there. It didn’t stop him.”
— Andreas Katsulas (via paramaline)
@kicks-tiktaalik-back-into-water oh my....
Caution wake turbulence. They're serving bean soup in the airport cafeteria for lunch today
Dina Meyer
SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL HELP ME
YOU HAVE BEEN TOMALAKED
GOOD DAY
*jumps out the window*
SMOOOOOOOCHEEEEEEEEE
In an ideal world, how would you like your body to be dealt with after death?
traditional burial
cremation (by any means)
composted
macerated (for display or to be placed in a ossuary)
mummified/preserved
burial at sea
remains frozen until they can be revived
sky burial or related practice
tree burial (baobab, Japanese style, pod etc.)
another funerary practice (leave in tags)
Andreas.... :(
Last night I had the most epic dream about Star Trek: First Contact and I don't remember anything except Zefram Cochrane riding his ship into space yelling "RIDE EM COWBOY" like
some things aren't even headcanons they're just divine visions and u have no choice but to accept them
ngl it's driving me a little bit fucking insane that the whole conversation about image scraping for AI has settled on copyright and legality as a primary concern, and not consent. my shit should not be used without my consent. I will give it away for free, but I want to be asked.
I don't want to be included in studies without my knowledge or consent. I don't want my face captured for the training of facial recognition models without my knowledge or consent. I don't want my voice captured for the training of speech recognition models without my consent. I don't want my demographic or interest profile captured without my consent. I don't want my art harvested for visual model training without my consent. It's not about 'theft' (fake idea) or 'ownership' (fake idea) or 'inherent value' (fake idea). It's about my ability to opt out from being used as a data point. I object to being a commodity by default.
The Gimli Glider airplane accident is one of those things that seems stranger than fiction. Like, due to a series of communication and conversion errors, a Boeing 767 ends up taking off with a quarter of the fuel it should and loses both engines while cruising at 41,000 feet over rural Canada, which seems like a recipe for disaster because, while the plane can glide without fuel, there's not enough speed to make it to the nearest airport. HOWEVER, the first officer used to serve in the Royal Canadian Air Force and remembers there's a disused air base within their distance range. Yay! BUT they're not descending fast enough and will overshoot the airport and have no way to change the plane's speed. Oh no! HOWEVER, the captain flies unpowered gliding planes in his spare time and knows a strategy to slow it down by basically turning the plane nearly sideways so that the drag on the fuselage slows it down. If he's careful enough, he'll be able to land the plane at the old air force base. Yay! BUT it turns out that one of the runways is now used for drag racing and it's race day with people on the runway. Yikes! THANKFULLY everyone got out of the way and the plane stopped without hitting anyone and with only minor injuries to any passengers. Utterly absurd.
Been watching TNG my entire life, and I can never remember Tomalak’s name immediately when I ask my brain for it. Instead my brain provides me with “Big Shouldered Dickhead”, and then gives me Tomalak about three minutes later.
"Big Shouldered Dickhead" is absolutely his name in Picard's phone.
Girlies- how do we feel about Tomalak? Is he hot? Is he ugly? I can't tell
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He's striking, not hot in the conventional sense, but in the mysteriously sexy way.
His voice though...that is hot as hell.
Star Trek TNG is great by itself, but knowing that the entire cast is genuinely good friends and remain good friends to this day, 20 years later, is what elevates it to perfection, imo.