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This is exactly why I deleted TikTok after it "magically was unbanned"

oh my god...

so the first screenshot is trying to look this up on tiktok normally, "donald trump rigged election" and it says that search violates community guidelines.

the second screenshot is looking up the same exact thing, but with a (australian) vpn on. canadian vpn didn't fix it fyi.

THIS is exactly the type of censorship to be looking out for on tiktok. this actually is crazy.

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fanfic writers, here’s a friendly reminder that you are not less of a writer if you haven’t posted anything in years, you are not less of a writer if your works aren’t as popular as other writers’, you are not less of a writer if some trolls left you rude comments (they either just want your attention or are simply intimidated/threatened by your talent), you are not less of a writer if you write short one-shots instead of a 100k novel-length fanfic, you are not less of a writer if you’re not satisfied with your writing (I promise you it’s so much better than you think, you should be proud of yourself), you are not less of a writer if you’re not comfortable posting any of your works at all.

you are always as valid as any other fellow writers out there.

another reminder: fanfic writing is not a competition, and it’s not a job. don’t put so much pressure on yourself. always remember, the point of writing fanfictions is that we get to have fun, escape reality into the world we create in which we can write anything we want.

it stops being a getaway and a safe place the second we treat writing fanfic as a job or a competition. no, you’re not writing for anybody. you’re writing for you. this world you create is just you and your blorbos. have fun. it’s your getaway.

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not my usual stuff but remember:

if/when tiktok comes back,

it is not the same place. it is not the same. and most importantly do NOT under any circumstances forget that The Tangerine was the one who wanted it banned in the first place and he is no savior, he, like everyone else in government, is doing what benefits him.

DO NOT FORGET THIS.

pick up the patterns, look at history.

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10

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I have a mighty need

3d printed start gate

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Accurate

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LBSC Lukanette Week. Day 7. Cozy

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers

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On writing

I have been writing for as long as I can remember. I have been writing fanfic for almost as long. I remember writing my first when I was in kindergarten it was this horrific sonic the hedgehog/ might morphin power rangers monstrosity that I wrote in literal crayon. (My dad still has it somewhere) I remember plenty of sleepless nights tapping pen to paper just willing for the words to come, I also remember, spending every minute of a 15 minute break at Starbucks, hands flying across my keyboard trying to get as much out as possible before the timer went off and I had to resume customer service voice. Characters in my head willing me to tell their story.

Then, I had to take a break after I got married and became a mother. (Small edit here, never once in the almost-15 years I have been married to my husband has he ever stifled my writing or sewing, I'm just ADHD and forgot to mention him in the first draft) Now, I'm not saying that I regret becoming a mother, but trying to balance work and family left very little room for creative endeavors. So, writing took a backseat in my life. For 12 years. Then, the unexpected happened. I came across some stolen fan art on TikTok. (Those who wanted to know: it was @thefalsevyper) I went down the rabbit hole and found the original creator. That led me to her work, and others, then Wattpad, and a03, then suddenly, a whole discord family of other people who write, other mothers that write.

Suddenly, I'm inspired again. Am I writing fan fiction? Well yes, but the point is, I'M WRITING! I have spent some time on long abandoned original works that I started 15, 20 years ago and the stories are coming back to me, I'm still hesitant to let others read those, but I'll get there one day. (I honestly feel like it will be soon though. I do have several pieces finished.)

My kids are old enough now to entertain themselves and I can dive into my imagination. 2024 was the year I got back my creative spirit. I finally worked up the courage to put my stuff out there. Do I still have major imposter syndrome? Absolutely. Do I have a support system unlike anything or anyone I have ever had before? Also absolutely. I'm hopeful for the first time in a long time that I can keep this up. I finally have found that balance between work, family, sewing (my other hobby), and writing.

I owe alot to my new friends who have encouraged me to write again. I seriously could not have done that without them. Yes I am talking about y'all, @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers . (This post has been edited, edits are in (parentheses))

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LBSC Sprint Challenge January 2025

The LBSC Sprint Challenge is now open for writers and artists! The prompts are:

1. "You're going to be really successful, I need to marry you while I still have a shot." 2. In an attempt to get her to relax already, Luka gives Marinette a "Honey Don't" List. 3. Friends with benefits consequences 4. Who betrays you once, will betray you a thousand times. There is no need to drink the whole sea to realize it is salty. 5. A gives a not really encouraging, kind of insulting, completely unrehearsed pep talk. B: "That's your pep talk?" A: "...yeah, it's a little rough." B: "A little...as a friend, you are dead to me." (Leverage) 6. Wildcard - pick any previous challenge prompt, or play LBSC Smooch Roulette to generate a prompt!

You have until Wednesday, January 29 to complete your 3 15-minute sprints/45 minute art sprint and post the results. Once you’ve completed the sprints, you have 24 hours to edit (which can include some new writing to smooth transitions and make it feel complete, and whatever work you feel appropriate to get your art to a state you consider ‘finished’).

Please note you may sprint in the language of your choice, and you can either translate the final fic before posting, post it in the original language, or both as you choose. You can join us on the LBSC discord or sprint on your own! Just be sure to tag @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers in your final post so we will see it and reblog it. The rest of the rules can be found here under the cut.

Rules!

We’ll post a beginning and end date to the challenge, and a prompt.

Writers, If you choose to participate in the event, write for that prompt in up to three 15 minute sprints. No writing outside the sprints until you have completed all three! After the 3 sprints are complete, you have 24 hours to edit (which can include some new writing to smooth transitions, etc). You can also choose to break that 45 minutes up differently if you find a different split works better for you.  After those 24 hours, post what you’ve got. Tag your posts with @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers so we can reblog it to the LBSC blog. If you post your work on AO3 or somewhere other than Tumblr, you can leave a link in our ask box or in the appropriate discord channel so we can be sure to promote it. After the designated challenge end date, we’ll compile a listing of the submissions and post it to the LBSC blog.

Feel free to sprint in whatever language is most comfortable to you! You can post it in your own language or translate it before posting, or both!

Artists, you have 45 minutes to sketch and 24 hours to do any cleanup or coloring you’d like to complete. You can split your 45 minutes up however you like, or not at all. There’s no requirements on your finished piece, just aim for whatever goal seems challenging but achievable to you.  Tag your posts with @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers so we can reblog it to the LBSC blog. If you post your work on Instagram or somewhere other than Tumblr, you can leave a link in our ask box or in the appropriate discord channel so we can be sure to promote it. After the designated challenge end date, we’ll compile a listing of the submissions and post it to the LBSC blog.

If you’re wavering as to whether or not you think you can accomplish anything in 45 minutes, we really encourage you to give the challenge a try. You may be surprised what you can do! Feel free to join us in the discord linked above so we can encourage and cheer you on.

Obviously, this has to run a bit on the honor system and we won’t be tracking your times, but please do your best to honor the spirit of the challenge! If your sprint fic becomes an Entire Thing (these things happen sometimes) and you want to continue it, feel free! However, please still post whatever you’ve got after your 3 sprints with the tag. No fair busting out a fully polished fic or art without showing us what it looked like at the challenge stage!

We want to keep this a positive space and event! This does NOT mean that you can’t write or draw anything critical of a character or episode, but it isn’t the space for character bashing or hate either. Please keep the characters in character and save the more speculative work for another time. NSFW sprint works are permitted but must be tagged appropriately (please use “NSFW LBSC sprint challenge” for easy filtering on the blog) and with appropriate warnings.  (More FAQ about the process here)

This is a Lukanette blog and a Lukanette event, so while Lukanette does not need to be the main ship, it needs to at least be included or referenced and considered endgame (in other words, they don’t have to be together by the end of your work, but the intent is that they’re headed in that direction). The decision about what qualifies for reblog rests solely with the LBSC moderators. If a piece hasn’t been reblogged within a couple of days, either the mods felt the piece didn’t meet the criteria or it was simply missed; you are welcome to reach out in the asks to inquire which. There are plenty of other spaces out there for other ships and OT3s, and people are welcome to use the challenge rules and prompts to write for their own ships! They just won’t be reblogged to the LBSC blog, and we ask that you please not use the event tag (a modified form is fine - “InsertAlternateShipName sprint challenge” instead of “LBSC sprint challenge,” for example).

Happy sprinting!

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Reblog if you're in the 'My ship isn't canon but we got dope fanfiction' club

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Reblog if you are employed / have a full time job and are a fanfic writer who still actively writes and posts new chapters / new works.

My friend says you can’t be an adult, have a full time job and be a fanfic writer at the same time, because you’ll have to sacrifice your writing, fandom activities, for your career. And I just… don’t think that’s the case? At all? Unless I’m missing something? Unless I’m doing it wrong by being employed and still writing fanfics?

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Happy New Year 2025!

Pic text:

2025 - Year of the Snake

January 29th marks the start of the Year of the Snake! Join us to wish Luka a Happy New Year with Snake themed Luka content! 🐍

GUIDELINES:

Please, keep it Luka and snake-themed centered. We don't mind the ships as long as it's Luka centered.

Please mention our blog @lukacouffaineappreciation and have your post tagged #LukaYear2025 or #LCAMLukaYear2025

You can submit art, writing, edits, cosplay, etc.

We do NOT allow tracing, editing or reposting of someone else’s artwork. AI created content is NOT allowed.

Please, keep it SFW.

NO HATE!

Have fun :D

We are looking forward to see your creations!

Happy New Year 2025! 🐍

PD: feel free to ask us if you have any question!

-mod airi

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Too Late

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61995805

Too late

Adrien stood outside the cafe waiting for his three best friends. He couldn’t believe that Nino and Alya were finally getting married. Marinette and he were going to be Maid of Honor and Best Man, respectively. He had so many plans for his two best friends. Of course, money was no option for his three favorite people. He stood impatiently waiting, practically bouncing with excitement, as he waited for his friends to arrive. 

“Adrien!” He turned at the sound of his name and saw Nino and Alya coming up the street. They were smiling from ear to ear. The three friends went inside the cafe, where they waited for their fourth friend to arrive, always notoriously late to arrive.

After an hour, Marinette still hadn’t arrived. Alya tried calling and texting, but she was not answering her phone. “Maybe we should stop by the bakery and see if she’s ok?” Nino asked.

Alya got a mischievous grin on her face, as if she thought of something. “Maybe Adrien should go, I know Marinette would like that.”

Adrien was confused. “What do you mean by that?” 

Nino shook his head subtly, but Adrien saw out of the corner of his eye. “Nino, what aren’t you telling me?” 

Nino and Alya shared a look that showed that they were having an unspoken conversation. 

“Look man, Marinette will kill me if she found out I said anything, but I’m tired of watching her stumble over herself-” Nino started.

“- Although she has been better the past few months!” Alya interrupted.

“What are you guys saying?” Adrien asked, now getting annoyed.

Nino sighed, “Dude, Marinette’s been crazy in love with you since college.”

Suddenly, the world screeched to a halt. Adrien took a second to process what he had just been told. Marinette was in love with him?  He thought about his best friend, her stumbling, shy self around him. Now, that shyness made sense as she was struggling with confessing her feelings towards him this entire time. He of course appreciated the beauty of his best friend, but could he see them as more? Absolutely. He never took Marinette out of the friend zone, because he always thought he was in her friend zone. Now he knew, it was immediate that she was the one for him.

It took several minutes for him to speak again, but once he found the words, Adrien, Nino and Alya launched into a plan to get the two of them together finally.

She first fell in love with me over the umbrella that day on the steps when I first met her. He thought as he was at the florist, getting the biggest bouquet of flowers he could hold. 

He was pulling out all the stops. 

He had years of love to make up for. 

Armed with Flowers, balloons, chocolates, and jewelry, the love struck fool, burst into the bakery, ready to confess his love to Marinette Dupain-Cheng. He blew past Tom and Sabine, completely ignoring their protests that she was busy. Nothing was going to hold him back from his love any longer.

He got to her trap door and took a breath. He calmed his nerves, and he heard a soft moan and a rhythmic sound coming from her room. She must be sewing, he thought.

He burst open the door, and shouted, “Marinette!”

He did not expect to find Marinette like that, or that she had company. 

He was greeted with a scream and failing limbs, and lots of exposed skin. 

“Jesus Christ Agreste! Can’t you fucking knock!” Luka Couffaine screamed at him as he stood in front of Marinette as she dove behind her changing screen. A very flushed, very naked Luka Couffaine. 

“W-what’s going on here?” Adrien stuttered.

Luka snapped on his boxers with an angry look, “What does it fucking look like?! My fiance and I were celebrating our engagement!” 

Adrien dropped everything in his hands, “F-Fiance? I didn’t even know you were dating!”

Marinette came out from behind the changing screen, covered in a robe, “You don’t pay attention Adrien. You didn’t realize that Luka and I have been together for over a year. Luka asked me to marry him last week.”

“But- but Alya said you were in love with me,” Adrien  said.

Luka and Marinette looked at each other with a laugh. Marinette, “Alya has a fantasy that we’ll get together because I had a crush on you in college, but that pretty much went away after Lila, Adrien. Luka has always been there for me. He’s in love with me and all of me.”

Adrien didn’t know what Marinette meant by ‘all of me.’ “So, why tell me?” 

Luka got his shirt and pants on, “Doesn’t matter man, either way, you’re too late.” 

Adrien glared at the musician as he kissed Marinette. “You work this out, I’m going to go. I love you.”

Marinette sat on the chaise. The fucking chaise, Adrien thought bitterly. “So, you and Luka huh?” he said.

Marinette smiled, “Yeah.” She looked at the floor at his feet. “Are those for me?” she asked, motioning to the gifts he was bringing her to show his love for her. 

“Uh, yeah, I was going to tell you I loved you and ask you to be my girlfriend today,” he said defeated.

Marinette blushed, “Adrien, I’m flattered, but I’m with Luka. I have been for a while now.”  She smiled tenderly.

Adrien had a flash of red in his mind. That was the same smile that Ladybug had when talking about her boyfriend. 

“M-M’lady?” Adrien gasped.

Marinette’s head snapped up. “Kitty?” she whispered.

Adrien’s heart broke even further. “It’s you isn’t it?” She nodded. “How can you still be with him? You know that we’re meant to be together?”

Marinette shook her head, “No, we’re not. Tikki and Plagg are meant to be together, but it doesn’t extend to the holders. I love Luka. Luka is who I am meant to be with. And Luka loves all of me, and I don’t have to hide from him.” 

 Adrien nodded, “ I understand, Marinette. I’m sorry I’m too late. I do believe we could have been happy together.”

Marinette shook her head, “I don’t think so. We’re opposites. Luka and I fit together perfectly. Adrien, I think all we were ever meant to be is just best friends.”

Adrien stood and wiped away the tears from his face he didn’t realize he had been crying. “I hope he makes you happy. I really do.” 

Marinette moved to hug Adrien, but stopped when she realized she was still covered by only a robe. 

“We still have to plan Alya and Nino’s wedding, you know,” Marinette said.

“And your own!” Adrien chuckled.

Marinette smiled, “Don’t worry, Chat, you’ll find someone worthy of your love soon.”

Adrien scooped up the jewelry and left her the chocolates and flowers, and left. He hoped he could still return the jewelry since he no longer wanted to look at it. 

It hurt too much. 

Six Months later he did his best at the wedding as Luka and Marinette pledged to love each other for the rest of their lives. He hid at the reception and let his tears flow.

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I feel this on a personal level

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I was a 90s kid. lol I had a Sega Genesis.

*things such as video game systems are not included in this poll

**your own, not a family/shared computer

reblog for reach/bigger sample size!!

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Two Worlds

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57872425

So far, my one and only Stargate SG1 fic, I've been too into another fandom to get anything else from my all time favorite TV show. Such a shame too. It's the first fic I ever finished.

Rating: Mature

Summary: The SGC is in turmoil - Daniel Jackson is dead. No one is taking his death harder than his protegee, the General's Daughter. She can't stand the new guy. The new guy and his stupid perfect face. Jonas Quinn doesn't quite understand why everyone is giving him the cold shoulder, especially General Hammond's daughter.

Excerpt One

“Ally, it’s Dr Fraiser.” “What is it?” “There’s been an accident-” She slammed down the phone and started running to the infirmary. She saw General Hammond standing outside the isolation room with an unknown man. Had it been anything but an emergency, she would have thought the man was attractive and would have given him more than a passing thought. “Dad!” she shouted, “What happened?” “It’s Daniel.” Ally’s hands flew to cover her mouth as she gasped and tears started to well in her eyes, “Is - Is-” George gave his daughter a sad look, “You can go in and say goodbye.” A single tear spilled down her cheek as she walked into the isolation room. Dr Fraiser was wearing a protective suit. Daniel yelled at her, “Don’t!” Ally froze. “Don’t come any closer, Allycat.” “Dr- Daniel? What happened?” Ally was horrified. “Dad- Dad- Dad said to say g-g-g-go” she choked on her words. “Allycat,” O’Neil’s voice spoke from the observation booth. She looked up and he shook his head. “What happened?” Ally breathed. “I got exposed to a lethal dose of radiation Ally.” Daniel spoke matter of factly. “How?!” “Allyson,” O’Neil spoke again in a warning tone. She let the tears loose and “Uncle Daniel I’m sorry,” and ran out the room.

Jonas watched the young woman run out the room. “They’re close?” O’Neil dropped his hand from his face and muttered “Yeah.” He left the room in silent anger, slamming the door behind him. The other woman who he had been introduced to as Major Carter glared at him, “Allyson is General Hammond’s daughter. We’ve all watched her grow up. When she started working here, Daniel started teaching her all the different languages, so yeah they’re close. We are all a family.” Jonas fell quiet and Major Carter left the room as well. He looked at the alien in the room. The alien said nothing but kept his eyes fixed on the dying man who had jumped in and saved the day when all he could do was freeze. Dr Jackson had saved his life, possibly the lives of everyone in his country. He looked down in the room. The Major had brought the young woman - back into the room. “Daniel I’m sorry I ran out. You can’t go.” “Oh Ally,” Dr Jackson responded. “You’ve learned so much so quickly. Just trust Nyan, you’ll be ok. Teal’c turned off the speaker. “I do believe Miss Hammond wants to say her farewells privately.” He spoke, standing to leave the room. Jonas followed him, not knowing where else to go.

Ally let Sam lead her out of the room. She saw the strange man again, though this time she knew. “YOU!” she screeched and launched herself at him, closing the 10 meter gap in just a few seconds. SMACK. Her palm met his face. “You’re the reason he’s dying! You stupid fucking coward. And your people are blaming him! Over my fucking dead body! Sam - I mean Major, can we chuck his ass back through the gate?” She prepared for another assault on the man, but O’Neil grabbed her and restrained her. “Colonel O'Neil, what in the hell is happening here?” General Hammond exclaimed, walking into the hallway with Selmak/Jacob Carter. The Tok’ra saw the young woman struggling against Jack and moved to give his own daughter a brief hug. “Grief, sir” O’Neil gripped the young woman tightly as she wailed. Jonas dared not move, despite the stinging sensation on his face. George frowned. His daughter did not handle grief very well. Her mother, her brother and now the man she considered a big brother. “Allyson, go home.” General Hammond ordered. “I’ll take her, sir,” Major Carter said. “I got this Major,” O’neil said, “Come on Allycat.” He led her away. General Hammond noticed the red hand print on their guest’s face, “Mr Quinn, what happened to your face?” Major Carter answered for him, “Grief, sir.”

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Excerpt Two “We gonna talk about it?” Daniel’s voice startled her out of her daydream. He had sat at her table in the mess. “What’s there to talk about?” Ally quipped. “Well, I’ve been back two months and you’ve said less than two sentences to me this entire time,” Daniel said. Ally stayed silent. Daniel continued, “I remember we were very close, and now it’s like you don’t want me around.” “I don’t,” Ally muttered. “What?” Daniel asked, slightly offended. Ally glared at him, “So what, you’re back and he’s gone? There’s no room for him? He could have transferred to another SG team, but to send him back to his planet? From what Walter and Siler told me, you guys practically threw a goodbye party for him in the gate room the second you got back. You guys didn’t even try to convince him to stay, you all practically shoved him out the gate. And for that matter why the fuck was I not recalled from Phoenix site so I - oh I don’t know have been consulted on the decision?” “Ally, you know it didn’t happen like that.” “Don’t I? You were dead, Daniel. What did you expect? SG1 to stay a 3 person team forever? Jonas gave up everything for his life here. Then all of a sudden, you’re back from the dead and boom he’s gone. Did you even give him the option if he wanted to stay? You guys didn’t even give me a chance to say goodbye to the man I was more than happy to spend the rest of my life with, so yeah I don’t give a shit if you’re offended that I don’t want to talk to you.” “You know, Sam told me about-” “If you make a single statement about pregnancy hormones, I will make you ascend again.” Ally bit. Daniel made a face in concession all but admitting he was about to crack a joke. “So, no Daniel, I don’t want you around if it meant Jonas had to leave. I had him and I was happy,” Ally continued. “Jonas was the only person on this base who saw me as me and not just General Hammond’s daughter. So forgive me for not wanting the cheap imitation of him.” “Ouch,” he said.”Ok Allycat.” Ally leveled a glare at him that made him wish he was anywhere at that exact moment, “You don’t get to call me that anymore.” Ally stood taking her tray and left the mess without another word to her former friend.

Excerpt Three

“Excuse me Doctor, if you have a message to get to Jonas, I can make sure he gets it,” Kianna said.

Sam and Janet exchange glances and then looked at her questioningly for a moment, then Janet handed her the paper. Kianna put it in her pocket. A few tests later and Kiana was walking with Sam. She walked by the refresher room. “Excuse me, Major from her pocket and read it. She had learned the Tau’ri letters and words from Jonas.

Jonas, I wanted to tell you in person. I wanted to yell at you for leaving me. I wanted to feel your embrace again, but the hurt of you leaving was too much to bear so I am recuperating at Uncle Jack’s cabin and can’t make it to Colorado in time. Jonas, you are a father. We have a son. He is beautiful. He has your hair, and already has your charming smile. He is almost a year old. I am still madly in love with you. I was told you have someone else, and if that makes you happy, please do so, even though it hurts me to know that you have moved on. I meant what I said that time. You are it for me. That string is still on my wrist, and it will never come off. Jack, Sam and Teal’c sat me down and told me what happened. Why did you leave? You are the leader of your world, Jonas. I am proud of you. Truly. I wish I could have been able to say goodbye or I would have come with you. You are forever in my heart, Jonas Quinn. Now, you have two people on Earth that love you. With all my love, Ally P.S. Your son’s name is Jonas Quinn Hammond. We call him JJ.

Kianna wiped the tears from her eyes. They truly did love each other. But the voice in the back of Kianna’s head said she had to have him. Even though she had been trapped in her own body for a year by the time she had met the man, she had the emotions of the symbiote as well, and so she had come to care for the man as well. Kianna froze. She steeled herself and ripped the paper that contained the message into tiny pieces and flushed them. Jonas would never know.