#lynati

[lynati]

today I had the exam I've been studying for- I won't get the pass/fail info back for a little bit- and am now shoving an entire box of girl scout cookies into my mouth. (For clarity's sake: I'm doing it one at a time. Still likely to finish this whole box in one sitting, though.)

[fluffmugger]

lynati replied to your post: Do I wanna make scones? Do I wanna...

Make them all, and then you don’t have to decide. Unless you only have supplies enough for one type, in which case, you should CLEARLY make the choice based on imagining which one would win in a fight to the death with the other options.

DON’T FUCKING ENCOURAGE ME I WILL DO IT AND YON NEPHEWSON HAS HIS OWN PLACE NOW SO I DON’T HAVE A 20-SOMETHING FOOD HOOVER TO CLEAN UP THE EXCESS  ANY MORE

[arofili]

saw @lynati do this and i wanted to play!! lmao i’ve done almost all these. never had a wattpad and never got into rp, and i don’t drink alcohol/coffee/tea, but everything else...yep!

i tag @buffintruder @meztliel @stormxpadme @morifiinwe @raisingcain-onceagain @zealouswerewolfcollector @glorfindel-the-golden @waitineedaname and @pan-princess-levy ! (no pressure!)

[copperbadge]

lynati replied to your link “Fandom Shoppin”

Are we allowed to submit crafters that we know of and want others to know of, or do you need to be an owner / operator to submit an entry to it?

Well, I have no way of knowing or stopping people from doing it, and I wouldn’t say I’d be like, actively mad, but I’d prefer you tip off the crafter to the post and see if they want to, or would mind if you did -- I would rather people decide on their own if they want to participate, you know? 

tehroserose mentioned you on a post “Awesome School Principal FTW!”

@copperbadge People have described Ga-Ga very well, but just so you know, it's actually Israeli in origin! I was playing it years ago at Jewish summer camp. (It was really, really fun, too)

Yes! Once I knew it was a real thing and not like, specific to that school, I checked it out on wikipedia and they say it was likely brought to the US in the 60s by Israelis working in American Jewish summer camps. 

the-other-sandy replied to your post “Question for you and/or your followers: what do you call it when...”

Lifelong Chicagoan (and surrounding suburbs). I've always heard it as gapers block. They even say that during the traffic report on the morning news.

Oh! And Gaper’s Block was the name of a really good Chicago local news site when I first moved here. How fascinating. I don’t generally watch the news (and I tune out the traffic report because the Kennedy will never be relevant to my daily life) so perhaps that’s why I haven’t heard it. 

[signoraviolettavalery]

lynati replied to your post “Okay I caught up on all the Magicians nonsense and  Yikes. ”

I've got a THING I'm trying to make post-ready tomorrow about this. --___--

tag me so I don’t miss it?

[kineticallyanywhere]

lynati replied to your photo: roosterteeth NEEDS to officially post this psa  P...

Okay but what’s it *called*? What PSA # is it? I must knoooooooow!

[ITS THIS ONE, DIVERSITY]

[minimalcontextfanfictheatre]

RvB post-season-16 AU part 2

Part 1, and Part 3. (Part three was finished first, so it was posted first.) # Tucker doesn’t know how long he stays there, head pressed to the red earth, dragging air into his lungs and shoving it back out again. It feels like it did right before he found himself back in Blood Gulch, everything around him distant and hazy, only rather than his body fading to softness, he can feel his pulse throbbing through every inch of it. His mouth tastes like metal, like he’s being gagged with pennies. He wants to yank his helmet off to get more air, but even without Wash’s training having beaten into him to never do that again! ever! near a firefight, he has the occasional reminder of why it would be an awful idea in the form of bullets smattering near his position. Eight years. Eight years. Eight years. EIGHT. YEARS! 

Tucker’s fingers claw into the dirt and grip tight.

Breathe in; hold. Breathe out; hold. Breathe in...

...breathe...

...

...

By the time he’s grounded himself, Simmons and Grif are no longer shooting at him. Tucker picks himself up and puts himself back together, sealing his suit and slotting his armor carefully back in place. Whatever the fuck this is, he’s not about to let a lucky shot by one of the Reds end it. The trip back to Blue Base is a slower one, less panicked but more paranoid. Tucker feels like he’s walking in the crosshairs of a dozen sniper scopes. Anybody could be up on the cliffs, ready to take him out. Except apparently for Church. Why isn’t Church here? Or Caboose? Is this a reset...or a rewrite? The thought is like ice water poured down his back. Tucker shivers, cold despite the heat of the canyon. Are Sarge and Donut gone, too? Is it just him and Grif and Simmons left, like that superhero movie where the bad guy won and took out half of humanity with a snap of his fingers? Who else is still out there? Who else *isn’t*? What if he wakes up tomorrow and- His comm crackles, spilling a voice into his ear. “The good news is, Flowers is buried. The bad news is, we’re out of grenades. And if the next words out of your mouth are about the goddamn sniper rifle, I’m turning my radio back off.”

Tucker chokes. “...Church?” “Yeah?” “Church?” “WHAT? Jeez, spit it out already, Tucker.” “Where are you??” “Blue Base. Where the fuck else would I be? At the fucking store?”

There’s a blip on his HUD as Blue Base comes within range. As fast as Tucker had made it to Red Base, the speed he puts on now puts it to shame. Church. In Blue Base. With actual vital signs. Because he’s alive. Alive in a living body. Did he always have that body? Did Freelancer grow it for him or something? Whatever, he’s here and alive is the point. Not erased or fragmented into unrecoverable pieces. There’s movement on the roof. Tucker’s tempted to try leaping directly on top of Blue Base, even knowing that this older-style armor doesn’t have the mods to manage that successfully. Tucker checks himself, and bolts up the ramp instead. And there he is, standing on top of Blue Base like he never left it (he never had), the stupid sniper rifle that he never learned to use properly held in his hands like a totem. It smacks against the front of Tucker’s armor when he flings his arms around Church, bearing him back against the merlon with a CLUNK. The last time Tucker had tried to tackle his friend, he’d passed right through him. But the rifle is real. The armor is real. Church is real. A fresh wave of dizziness comes over Tucker; everything still feels unreal, no matter how solid the proof before him. “What. In the HELL, Tucker.”  Church sounds almost as surprised as he does angry, and Tucker releases him before things can get even more awkward. Or violent. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his equilibrium and his nerves. What to say? How to explain? He needs to plan his words carefully, to be clear and concise, to TELL HIM TELL HIM EVERYTHING TELL HIM RIGHT NOW!! The compulsion overrides all logic, and Tucker finds himself blurting out: “Look, I know you don’t know me that well, but you have to believe what I’m about to tell you. Sometime in the future, we leave Blood Gulch, and we learn a whole lot of shit that was supposed to be secret and we blow the lid off of a couple military conspiracies and stop a war, an actual war, and then we try to retire and we get these new bases, and I’m all like, there’s no better way you can pick up chicks than by being in a band-” Church maglocks the rifle to his back and catches both of Tucker’s wildly-gesticulating arms, pulling them still. “Tucker, what the fuck are you babbling about?” His stomach swoops with an awful feeling like deja vous mated with vertigo and then implanted him with the resulting embryo, but Tucker shakes free and soldiers forward. “I know all this sounds crazy, but eventually we become time-travel warriors, and then one day we try to save a friend of ours but instead we, like, broke reality or some shit and I wound up back here, eight years ago-” “Tucker? Tucker, calm down. Listen to me. You haven’t gone back in time, okay? You probably just jerked it too hard behind your special rock and passed out and had a dehydration dream. Go drink some water and stay out of the sun for a while, dipshit.” “But-” Tucker goes on to try to impress the importance- the truth- of what he’s saying to Church. Church, still standing directly in front of Tucker, responds by announcing he’s driving through a tunnel, making a noise like static, and turning off his radio. Tucker has missed this asshole so much. # [Sept 10, 2018.]

[relationshipcrimes]

lynati replied to your post “WHAT IF INSTEAD OF BEING OBSESSED WITH MY OLD FANDOM FLAME CODE GEASS,...”

I don't know those two properties but I DO love ungodly mashups...

listen persona 4′s main premise is throwing characters into a silent hill type world where they meet manifestations of their own repressed psychological complexes

IMAGINE SARGE TRYING TO GO THRU THAT. IMAGINE CAROLINA. IMAGINE