The problem with having OCs is that sometimes you wanna read about your little guy being in situations but unfortunately he is YOUR little guy and no one is gonna put him in that situation but you. Tragic.

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The problem with having OCs is that sometimes you wanna read about your little guy being in situations but unfortunately he is YOUR little guy and no one is gonna put him in that situation but you. Tragic.
sometimes my Beloved Mutuals will rb a post about a certain character archetype and i will have to physically restrain myself from saying “yeah you would say that wouldn’t you”
jasper you don’t get to get away with this that easily.
new ask game: what’s the character archetype that makes you go “of course you would say that” when i post about it?
The kids are aight
oh my god
my dad is very intensely involved a battle with his city’s public administration over a playground they have tried to forcibly remove like five times in the past 20 years and DID remove once in like 2005 but then had to rebuild because my dad was such a pain in their asses and came through with undeniable receipts of the zoning plan from the 60s/the historic/cultural value of the urban planning…. like there’s a woman in the city office who is his arch nemesis. he is literally the daredevil of urban planning
everyone in the tags needs to stop saying they want to fuck my dad.
addicted to drawing this creature
how i look after a series of unfortunate-yet-comical events leading to my unclothing and subsequent utter lostness
I’m suddenly laughing at the idea of a cliche noir detective story written in the brutally concise style of Hemingway.
A woman walked into my office. She had legs. I noticed her legs. “I have a problem. I need your help,” she said. They always said that. I knew her legs weren’t the problem. I hoped she might want my help with them anyhow.
“Can you pay?” I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. “I can pay,” she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. “Will there be danger?” I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.
“I’m afraid there might be danger,” she said. She had the voice of a beautiful woman. She also had the face and body of a beautiful woman. She was beautiful.
The light from the window was striped. It made stripes on my cigarette smoke. The end of my cigarette crumbled into ash. My marriage had also crumbled into ash.
“I can handle danger,” I said. I patted the butt of my gun. My gun was a Colt. My gun and my scar were all that was left from my time as a soldier. My gun, my scar, and the nightmares. I looked her up and down. “I am good at handling things.”
“It’s about my husband. He’s gone missing.”
She was not wearing a ring. It means something when a woman does not wear a wedding ring. Usually, it means that she is not married. “Seems your ring has also gone missing,” I said. I hoped her dress would join it.
Her red mouth curved upwards. She was smiling a little. “I don’t wear it outside. A diamond that large would only invite trouble.”
“In my experience, trouble doesn’t wait for an invitation.” I looked at her legs again. They were both still there. “When did you last see your husband?”
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ao3 does in fact have a reccomendations tab and it's called going to your favorite author's bookmarks list
I also usually chose a random commenter I have seen often deduce we have similar tastes and start trusting them with my life (reading fics I would have never picked up by myself)
THIS is the way!! it has been my experience that authors very often do not like to read the same things they like to write, and vice versa. sometimes they will even read completely different pairings and fandoms than they write!!
going through author bookmarks may or may not yield good results; going through the bookmarks of fellow commenters almost always will!
I discovered @e-rated-beardo’s works because I was randomly clicking on people who’d left kudos on my work.
brutalism hatred over. let's get some hatred going for the intarnational styles. babygirl you didn't have to make everything into a panel.
"We have developed the technology to create hanging facades, where buildings can be made using interior steel frames with panels hanging off the sides, instead of those gross old buildings where their sturdy exteriors walls supported the structure. This has allowed us to achieve the ultimate dream of architecture, the most beautiful representation of form and function we can possibly imagine: Big Box. All buildings for the next 50 years will now be Big Box. Everyone loves Big Box."
Behold, architecture.
is this minoru yamasaki’s fault
i would strongly disagree with that. Yes, he designed one of the most famous building ever in the international style, the world trade center, but that wasn't until well into the development and adoption of the style across the architectural world. If anything, the main motif of his career is his arches, and he used them liberally at a time when the arch was well fallen out of favor specifically because of modernist styles like the international style that were obsessed with the advantages of the kind of squared off shapes that could be achieved with steel beams, with the architectural world moving away from more traditional arches. He did a lot of really cool and interesting things with them. it's why the bottom of the WTC looked like that. The man loved an arch.
oh, for reference:
Rainier Tower - Seattle, Washington, USA
Northwestern National Life Building - Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
St. Louis Lambert International Airport - St. Louis, Missouri, USA
Dhahran International Airport (Now King Abdulaziz Air Base) - Saudi Arabia
Pacific Science Center / 1962 Worlds Fair - Seattle, Washington, USA
World Trade Center (Demolished) - Manhattan, New York, USA
(Demolished)
(Demolished)
Why'd they demolish it? Anyone know?
I understand there were a number of criticisms, for one it was in international style.
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not me though. im girl with tanktop
Fanfiction is insane. You can write porn so good you make friends.
The first rule of fandom is have fun. The second rule of fandom is find an enabler and become an enabler. Yes you should write that fic. What if it was even hornier? What if it was angstier? What if you wrote it just for me?
oh my god and it's a Canada Goose so this is the equivalent of befriending a small demon
OP you're wrong. Duck, duck is the most perfect name for a goose, ever.
This makes me so happy every time I read it. Especially the bit where Guy makes DuckDuck smoothies of all the good stuff he’s meant to eat.
This is the best buddy comedy-drama ever.
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ah yes my favourite trope
microraptors your lace