Greetings, Knower-of-Many-Things! Do you know of a way to get an analogue of tumblr's "crush" list from your own, or someone else's AO3 bookmarks page? I'd love to see the top howevermany people I bookmark the most. I already use Tampermonkey for helpful scripts on AO3 pages, so I'm open to doing it via script if there isn't anything easier. Thanks!
Huh, I’ve no idea. I don’t use AO3 bookmarks, the only knowledge I have of them comes from reading others’ bookmarks of my work. I don’t know how data-mine friendly the site is, though there’s a shitload of stats you can pull from it if you know how, so presumably someone’s worked on the back end to make it analytics-friendly.
In theory you should be able to export the bookmarks to an excel or CSV file -- then it should be as easy as sorting by username. I don’t think doing it in-situ would work terribly well -- you’d need to somehow access the entirety of your bookmarks at once and use a script that did the virtual equivalent of export-to-excel and then auto-sort by name and returned you the results anyway. That would probably take longer to write than just doing it yourself.
Honestly I’d approach the staff and ask them if there’s a way to pull your bookmarks for this kind of thing. They might think it’s a fun widget to put on the site. They’re usually pretty good about responding to that kind of thing, too.
Good luck! If I see a bookmark analytics doodad pop up next time I’m there, I’ll know why :)
Ooh, is that green sparkly stuff just under your hairline the result of face painting? It's lovely, and evokes "mermaid" for me. :-)
Sort of...
I powdered my face with greens first, then drew swirls/leafy patches with face paint, then glued what’s basically glitter confetti flakes to my face with eye-lash glue.
I was actually talking to thatseanguyblogs about using it for a mermaid effect later, got to make myself a better tail first. Would probably paint scales on first and use the confetti on top.
What’s a movie you didn’t expect to like but ended up loving
So many. SO. MANY.
But Captain America (the first one) comes to mind immediately. I watched it because it had been nominated for a Hugo Award in 2012 and it was my first year voting in those. I went in expecting to get a movie that was all "rar, America is the greatest" and came out utterly adoring Steve and everything about that movie. It wasn't in any way the movie I expected, which is good, because I would have hated the movie I expected to get.
At that point, I wasn't even a big Marvel fan! I didn't watch the rest until I was prepping to see the Avengers because a friend wanted to see it and I'd heard some good buzz about it. But I thought Cap was wonderful and then I descended into the Marvel madness.
I have decided... I like the way my followers' minds work, because who THE FUCK doesn't love some badass, magic!Stiles? I want names!
nuggetsofembeddedweirdness answered your post: My unproductive ass is un...
Far enough in the future that magic!Stiles is A Thing, and Derek discovers he has a competence kink watching him!
I bet you thought you were getting a PWP out of a prompt like that. Ah, well, cal doesn’t know how to write plotless anything, my friend. I’m not even sorry.
Stiles tilted his head to the side, mouth settling into a grim line. “Well. Someone’s compensating.”
Derek’s eyes shot over to him, assessing. “Can you get around it?” he asked tightly, watching as Stiles held up his hands to the barrier, the magic rippling the air as it shimmered into existence.
Stiles rolled up his sleeves, the runic tattoos on his forearms stark against his pale skin. “But the work of a moment, my dear,” he said with a wink. A purple glow sparked up at his fingertips and he sliced his index finger across the shield.
Derek watched, mouth dry and cock twitching, as Stiles curled his fingers around either side of the gash. The ink on his arms shifted while he tore it in opposite directions. A shock of red sparked across the protection and the magic glittered, fizzled, and shattered. The physical force that had been pushing back against them since they’d arrived fell to nothing.
“All pizzazz, no substance,” Stiles said, disappointment twitching his lips into a frown. “Not that I’m not guilty of the same. You don’t really need the whole,” he reiterated the ripping motion he’d just used, “visual aspect of it but it’s so much more badass than just glaring it into submission.”
Scott clapped him on the shoulder. “Intensely more badass, dude,” he agreed sagely.
Stiles grinned at his retreating back as he ran inside.
Derek turned to him. “You’ll be all right?”
Stiles pointed to where the barrier had just been. “I just ripped a hole in the damn atmosphere there. The days of me showering myself in mountain ash while trying to do that circle-thing are long gone.”
Derek swallowed. He knew that all too well. Stiles’ ‘audition’ to be his emissary had been full of pratfalls and utter ineptitude and it had been easy then. Easy to push aside the want, to remember how young he was, how much maturing he had left to do. Now he’d mastered his place in the pack. His capable hands and veined forearms no longer looked like a man’s attributes on a boy’s body. No, now he carried the marks of his skill on his skin and in the soft glow of his eyes. He could snap his fingers and collapse the entire street if he wished it. He was powerful and strong beyond measure and it made Derek feel weak in response.
Derek was fucking desperate for him and maybe he could have had him once upon a time but now Stiles could do so much better, deserved so much more – someone at least half as competent as he was. And that would never be Derek – who was never meant to be an Alpha and couldn’t rally a bunch of teenagers besides.
Derek stared down at the tattoos that curled like smoke up Stiles’ forearms with a frown and Stiles twitched his sleeve down in response. Derek looked up at him and gripped his shoulder, squeezing before he let go. “Be careful.”
Stiles waved him away, shouting after him, “Go save that bus of school children, Bruce Wayne.”
Derek rolled his eyes, pushing down a grin as he ran in after Scott. His scent revealed he hadn’t gotten far. Derek had to wonder why he’d stopped so suddenly near the center of the building when there were entire floors left to search. He skidded to a halt outside the room Scott was in and smelled blood. And wolfsbane.
“Derek, don’t. The building’s a trap.” He was clutching his bicep, blood slipping out from between his fingers.
Derek’s eyes widened as he realized what the Alpha must really be after.
“It’s Stiles,” Scott echoed his thoughts. “They want Stiles as their emissary.”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. And they had left him alone and unguarded, played right into the Alpha’s hands. Derek tore back out the way he came, running so fast the muscles in his thighs burned.
He ripped the door off its hinges as he burst outside and his heart stuttered as he took in the scene in front of him. Stiles was watching the entrance, brow furrowed, while the Alpha slinked up behind him. Derek couldn’t even shout a warning before there was a flurry of movement.
Stiles dropped down, clenched his hand into a fist and spun. The Alpha stumbled backwards, blood spurting from its chest. Which didn’t make sense because Derek would have sworn Stiles didn’t have a weapon.
Stiles stood over the Alpha, head tilted and eyes dark. He hitched up his sleeves, tattoos blacker and slithering. He crouched down over the writhing wolf. “You were seriously trying to sneak up on me? That was your big plan? Trap those two idiots inside and try to surprise me? You see why I have to end you now, right? We can’t have you reproducing, man.” Stiles flattened his palm, holding it level and pressing down on thin air. The blood flowed more freely, the wound in its chest getting deeper, and the scent of agony grew so strong that Derek had to stop and breathe through his mouth. Stiles’ lips stretched into a tight smile. “Neat, huh? I just think knife and—poof, you experience one.”
Derek finally got close enough to watch the red in the Alpha’s eyes flicker and extinguish.
Stiles turned to him the instant it was done, as though he’d felt the last beat of its heart the same as Derek. “You all right?”
Derek stared down at Stiles’ hands, pupils blown wide. Those strong, commanding hands. Stiles grimaced slightly. “Shit, sorry, I know you don’t like the tattoos,” he said, as he twitched down his sleeves again.
Derek stopped him, rolled them back up. He caught Stiles’ eyes, running a thumb over one of the thick, black lines on his skin. “I don’t like how much you’ve had to change for me.”
“I was always pretty GD awesome, Derek,” Stiles said lightly. His grin softened and he stepped closer. “And change isn’t always a bad thing.”
“You have no fucking idea what you do to me,” he said, breathless, taking Stiles’ large, capable hand and pressing it to his dick – which was so hard it was almost painful.
Stiles laughed, more breath than sound and pressed up against Derek’s thigh, his own cock hard and throbbing. “I think I might have some idea.”
A clatter of metal on gravel threatened to tear Derek’s attention away from Stiles and the heat in his honey-colored eyes but Derek ignored it. At least until Scott shouted, “You know I’m happy for you, Stiles, but not so much so that I’m okay with dying while you and Derek fuck each other’s brains out.”
nuggetsofembeddedweirdness replied to your post: “Sweet fucking shit on a stick, guys.”:
Recipe please!
2 1/4 cups confectioner's sugar
1/4 tsp salt
1 cup cocoa powder (Dutch-process suggested, not mandatory)
3 large egg whites
2 tsp gluten-free vanilla or peppermint extract (Dad did mint - asdfghjkl)
Preheat oven to 350.F and lightly grease two baking sheets.
Stir together all ingredients until texture is uniform. Scrape sides and bottom of bowl, then stir until uniform again.
Drop the dough onto the sheets into 1 1/2" circles; cookie scoops are especially useful for this recipe, but not needed.
Bake for eight minutes, or until cookies are somewhat shiny with faintly crackled tops.
Remove cookies from oven, allow them to cool on the pan. Makes about 16 large cookies!
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A bra that’s good for workouts, you say? What brand is that? And do the underwires cut into you at all?
It's a Wacoal bra. It's not specifically designed to be a workout bra but it has nice full cup coverage and is very supportive, so it's excellent for most workouts. It wouldn't do the job for running in my opinion but other ladies might feel differently. The fabric is silky-smooth, making it also a very nice bra to wear under lightweight tshirts. And the underwires never cut into me. I have been quite impressed with Wacoal's quality overall.
felicitygs replied to your post: TMI: SHARK WEEK ROLL CALL
i’m just on the pre shark week frustrating binge mixed with a triple shot of a manic swing. Next week I’ll be ready to die
nuggetsofembeddedweirdness replied to your post: TMI: SHARK WEEK ROLL CALL
I’m due to start that next Wednesday, conveniently the same day I’m having some minor surgery. /sigh
sleepydragon26 replied to your post: TMI: SHARK WEEK ROLL CALL
This is how I felt last time around, on top of the way-worse-than-normal excruciating pain.
angelwingsandgunfire replied to your post: TMI: SHARK WEEK ROLL CALL
Just got over this. It conviently started while I was on vacation and planning on spending 95% of my time on a beach.
mischievousart replied to your post: TMI: SHARK WEEK ROLL CALL
It’s shark week over here too. Fuck everything.
phoneticfrenetic replied to your post: TMI: SHARK WEEK ROLL CALL
Shark week in 3 days. By Sunday I’ll be crying over kids’ cartoon characters.
rcmclachlan replied to your post: TMI: SHARK WEEK ROLL CALL
I’m raising both hands over here.
YOU ALL HAVE MY DEEPEST OF SYMPATHIES AND I DESPERATELY HOPE THAT YOUR CRAVINGS FOR THE FLESH OF THE INNOCENT ARE SATIATED.
ARBY'S IS A CLOSE SECOND FOR ANYONE WONDERING.
(Also this furthers my theory that I am unintentionally syncing up with everyone I follow. Tumblr this time of the month is a force to be reckoned with. DO NOT FUCK WITH BEAR TRAP ANATOMY.)
