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god in hell, before chatgpt people used to have some class. when we needed info we’d ask narnia blogs
the "cannibalism as a metaphor for love" enthusiasts when a rap lyric is mildly scandalous
normal thoughts bros have
tags I saw while scrolling through eight pages (aka 160 works) of fics on ao3 tagged with 'ryland grace' at 2am:
ryland grace has a bad time
ryland grace needs a hug
ryland grace is not graceful
ryland grace acts like a wet cat
ryland has one braincell
ryland grace is a leaky little space blob
ryland grace cries a lot
ryland grace is dead (sorry)
ryland grace is a theatre kid because I said so
ryland grace has low self esteem, for science!
ryland's slutty little glasses
hurt ryland grace
autistic ryland grace
adhd ryland grace
gay ryland grace
tough-starved ryland grace
tired ryland grace
sick ryland grace
hurt ryland grace
sub!ryland grace (I mention sub!ryland grace because there was not one dom!ryland grace tag in all eight pages of my scrolling. there was exactly one fic where he was an implied dom. in eight pages. 160 works)
like damn can we not give this man a break. not even a hug.
honorable mentions, including several very funny "no beta we die like _____" tags:
no beta we die like ilyukhina and yao
no beta we die like rocky's crew
no beta we die like astrophage
no beta we die like the sun
karaoke is sexy when it is Eva Stratt
allusions to the second world war
sex through spacesuits, because we all die otherwise
eventual smut, for science!
(not a tag, a note from me: yes, those last two are for exactly the ship you think they are for. they were funny)
obligatory cats the musical shirt (saw this no less than six times)
update: since this first one has done so well i've also made a second one for anyone interested
The L Train at 14th Street, Richard Estes, 2015
Oil on board 16 x 12 in. (40.64 x 30.48 cm)
Original Lineart by @randomartist7
Coloured version by myself
Fanfiction also by myself
Teaser:
Well that, Vox decided when the smoke had cleared, was not a comfortable experience.
The roughly seven foot tall demon stared around his new surroundings with a mixture of curiosity, begrudging amusement, and annoyance. Mostly the latter, as he had been unceremoniously dragged out of the middle of an afternoon hang-out session with his fellow Vees. It was extremely unusual for a demon to be physically summoned from Hell, much less a sinner demon such as himself. Someone powerful must be behind this. Or stupid lucky. It certainly wasn't the smoothest ride either way. But to summon him, of all creatures! Pride flashed in his veins, lighting up the television screen that was Vox's face.
However, as the biomechanical being observed the area, muggy air slugging through the gills hidden beneath his jacket, those feelings began to turn into something far less confident. Vox found himself in a rickety old shack. The smell of mold and rotting swamp, though strong, was heavily overpowered by the rancid stench of blood. Death battled with sick-sweet-revolting decay. A small breeze through holes in the wall did little to whisk away the unnerving scents, though they were able to sway the foliage, like cattails and vines, that invaded through the floorboards and ramshackle walls. A few strange symbols, made of bent twigs and sinew, hung from the ceiling. Corpses were strewn about the floor. Beside him was a bookcase full of occult tools and trinkets, beneath him was a sigil drawn in blood, and before him stood a lean man wearing glasses. The man was somewhat dark of skin, and scornful of eye...
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Thinking about my happy nerd engineer children
There was this horrible moment I had while reading SotR today where I realized Haymitch looked at Katniss and saw the dead little girl with dark braided hair he had to carry to Snow’s doorstep, his best friend he had to push away for his own good, and the Covey girl he couldn’t save all rolled into one more tribute he had to lead to her death wearing the meanest girl in town’s pin. I need to be sedated