#but please

[lilshineythingsworld]

every time a fic author writes Simon as inherently violent and angry an angel dies in the blood ocean

[glitchgh0sty]

Guys, GUYS,, have I mentioned that I love fish yet? Cause I really love fish 🫶T^Ť [ft: Keferon’s apocalyptic ponyo au ✨]

- That place,, it can’t hurt you anymore,

- hA! Wonder what apocalypse caused this algal bloom 🤨✨

*brEathes* I can’t even with all the beautiful world and character building that’s happening in this au rn, it just,, it holds my poison and my fuel, but both somehow have the potency to effectively end my time management skills anyways 🎉✨

@cosmique-oddity [not quite Sen Shockwave [yet],, but just in case 👏]

[dykeycastiel]

I mean this so seriously you get 0 opinion on Peeta Mellark unless you read the books. Every single dog shit opinion on my man that I have seen is coming from someone who has never read the books. “Peeta doesn’t know the first thing about Katniss” Tell me you’ve only seen the movies without telling me,,,,, omggggg

[napaladinosaur]

I like that in fics that go with the canon that Spock is in fact wearing blue eyeshadow, the general consensus is blue is his Business Eyeshadow but he has red eyeshadow for Slut Occasions

[anitaxl]

The Blade! Briar University’s Guide to Hockey (working title) 

Pairing — John Logan (off campus) x former!gymnast!Reader

"Aye twenty-two, time for your close up!!"

Summary: Reader never expected for her life to be turned upside down the way it was. Since the age of five, gymnastics was all that mattered. And after the age of 13, it was the Olympics. All the callouses, the lack of social life, the incessant need to be the best, all wasted in one accident. One complete ACL tear.

With nothing to show for it besides a faint scar and a bum knee, she decides to reclaim her life and personality. Seven months of recovery and rehabilitation leaves plenty of room for thinking. Of past mistakes, the pressure, and the lingering feeling of wasted potential. She decides it's time for a complete 180. 

Summary Cont.

After one late night of wallowing in bed, doom scrolling, and choking down as much of your favorite ice cream as you possibly can. You get a common app ad for starting a transfer application. Taking it as a sign from the universe, you rush to open your computer and research schools in the nearby area to transfer to. For hours you look into schools that never quite meet your criteria. Too small, not enough on campus activity, horrible Rate My Professor reviews, you decided to finally give up. Intent on going back to doom scrolling, you click on Instagram and go through stories mindlessly. Jealous of all the people living their lives in a way you never allowed yourself. Then as if another sign from the universe, you get to an old acquaintance’s story. 

It’s in that story that you discover Briar University located not too far in the state of Massachusetts. You sleep on it before you decide to message said acquaintance about the school and explain that you’re interested in transferring. After what felt like hours of stressing over the message being too weird out of the blue. She responds and you both have a full conversation of why you should transfer to Briar. And after a basic guarantee of having at least ONE friend, you decide to submit the application. 

Then after weeks of forcing yourself not to stress you get THE email. You’ve been accepted and now you have to choose your major. You knew the business administration degree would never stick. It was just a placeholder for school while you focused on gymnastics. Deciding you could never fully let go of sports and that you could still be a part of it (using your name to get out there and stay relevant), you switch to a double major in Journalism and Sports Broadcasting. This switch is how you found out about Briar’s up and coming sports newspaper. 

Finally, you feel like your life is your own. And who knows what other surprises are waiting for you on campus???

A/N : This is an absolute work in progress guys pray for me while I figure out how I’m supposed to pull this out of my behind…Some things just to be clear about, this is intended for black readers and there will be some descriptors (like hair and skin tone) that’ll indicate the reader is black, but I won’t go into specifics and I won’t describe body types either. And other readers are gladly welcomed!!

To put it simply if you don’t like that just don’t read it. I’ve read plenty of fics where I had to look completely past physical descriptions that white writers put in their stories. And there’s already NO black female characters in Off campus (dean’s bathroom hookup barely counts). So I decided to take it in my hands.

This has been stuck in my head for weeks and I just had to get it out. I was debating back and forth of what sport I should use, but I ended up on gymnastics because I know the most about it. So…let’s hope for the best!!

[humanityinahandbag]

I don't care what anyone says. I keep seeing Dom-Eddie this and Top-Eddie that.

I accept nothing less than Eddie learned about Queer culture and immediately put a handkerchief into the wrong pocket just because he thought it looked cool.

You cannot convince me that at some point an experienced gay who assumed Eddie was all dom and tough wouldn't stop in his tracks and watch this boy call over a group of people just so he can show them that Steve can benchpress him like a sack of flour.

You absolutely cannot convince me that Eddie doesn't make a character in D&D that's based after Steve thinking he's being so subtle about it, when in reality everyone knows it's Steve because Eddie spends a good ten minutes describing how strong and amazing and good the character smells.

It also doesn't help that he invites Steve for the practical demonstrations.

"Hey Steve!" he'll shout over everyone's heads towards the other boy sitting on the ratty couch reading a gossip magazine.

Steve would perk up. "Yeah?"

"I'm trying to demonstrate how this orc might throw someone over their shoulder." Eddie will never admit he swoons, even while he twists his curls around a finger and swings his feet under the table. "Could you...?"

"Oh! No problem!"

"He really doesn't have to," Gareth will say, weakly.

"We can envision it, we really can!" Lucas adds.

Eddie's already got his shining eyes set on Steve, vibrating out of his skin while Steve gives his muscles a preemptive stretch. "Yeah, but I really want to make this experience immersive. Now, fair knight, give me my uppies."

Everyone in Hellfire is so happy that Eddie is happy but they're absolutely suffering.

[catboybiologist]

I am not posting specifics, my area is outside of the worst activity so idk if anything will happen. I will likely not comment on things beyond this, though.

But for everyone across California right now:

Know your local ICE response organizations. Keep an eye on the local news. Know your protest safety where applicable. Stay safe out there.