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Has anyone figured out what’s so viscerally wrong with this woman yet

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Matt Madden, Abandoned Yellow House in Nova Scotia

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hello! I’m the peep who asked last year if I could bind learn how to love (like you), and it’s finally finished!! The glamour shots may not be super glamorous, ha (was doin my best to photograph with a wallet phone case), and I may or may not have struggled immensEly with the world’s dullest guillotine cutter (my library has GOT it upgrade— the pages be all curved at the edges because it legit was so dull the text block moved under the cutter /as it was cutting/, terrible), but considering this was my first ever typeset (and my first ever fanbind!), I’m pretty happy with it! I hope this does your wonderful story some justice. Wishing you a wonderful rest of your day!

OH MY GOD

I didn't see this earlier as it got buried under spam messages, sorry for the late reply!! This is BEAUTIFUL, and I feel so so emotional seeing my own written work in physical print? Someone has this in their HOUSE? Someone made time out of their day to bind MY fic?????? I need to sit down

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Sweat dripped down Derek's neck as he did his drills with Boyd, passing the rugby ball to each other. His head whipped to his teammates when they started letting out wolf whistles, knowing exactly what was going on.

Stiles was walking into the field, clad in a short skirt with a white tank and his signature plaid shirt, a little purse dangling from one shoulder. He had some wedge boots on, making him taller than he already was, and a pretty, pink flush spread over his exposed skin as Derek's teammates teased him.

Derek started over to him and Stiles skipped the rest of the distance over, jumping into Derek's arms. Derek's biceps bulged as he grabbed Stiles from under his thighs, Stiles' arms wrapping around his sweaty shoulders.

"Mm, you're all messy," Stiles complained, wrinkling his nose.

"Thought you liked messy, baby," Derek teased, tucking Stiles' skirt down with one hand. He craned his neck to look at his still hooting teammates and shouted, "Alright, simmer down."

"They're such boys," Stiles sniffed, pecking Derek's nose.

"Forget about them, baby. Tell me, did you get any sleep last night?"

"Mhm, I think, like, four hours," Stiles mumbled.

"Love, you can't keep going like this. You're barely sleeping, you're gonna get sick," Derek gently admonished.

"I just have one important assignment to aubmit next week and then two weeks of exams and then I'll be free! I'll sleep then," Stiles said.

Derek rocked them from side to side and said, "Are you gonna wait for practice to be over?"

"Yeah, can I? Stay here, I mean," Stiles asked, hunching down a bit to rest his head on Derek's shoulder.

"Of course, baby. I want you on the bench though, where I can see you, not on the bleachers," Derek replied.

Derek walked them over to a bench on the side of the field, softly setting Stiles down. He grabbed the windbreaker he had discarded at the start of the practice and draped it over Stiles' legs.

"Let me know if you need anything," Derek said, rubbing his hands down Stiles' arms.

"I will. Go, everyone is waiting," Stiles whispered, blushing when Derek stole a quick kiss before running back onto the field.

The next time Derek looked over to check on Stiles, he was laid out on the bench on his side, arms curled up under his head in a makeshift pillow and the windbreaker slipping off his legs.

He ran back over to him, Boyd groaning his name behind him. Derek took his bag, emptying out the bottles inside, and gently lifted Stiles' head, placing the bag underneath. He then fixed the windbreaker, making sure his legs were covered. He knew his teammates would give him grief about fussing over his boyfriend but he didn't care, nothing was more important than Stiles' safety and comfort.

He kneeled next to Stiles, smiling softly at the tiny pout he was sporting in his sleep. He ran his thumb over Stiles' bottom lip, leaning in after to press their lips together in a chaste kiss. Before standing back up, he kissed Stiles' forehead and nose. "Love you," he mumbled, placing another kiss on the top of his head before rejoining the rest of his team.

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Stiles: Can I go? Derek is going. Sheriff: If Derek jumped off a building, would you jump off too? Stiles: In a heartbeat. I'd even do a backflip

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Stiles: Lydia, my strawberry haired goddess, how are you this fine morning?

Scott: *to Derek* ummm... you cool, dude.

Derek: Yeah why.

Scott: Cause Stiles is flirting with Lydia, and you're dating him.

Derek: I have nothing to worry about. Plus he's not really flirting. Watch.

Derek: Stiles, baby, come here.

Stiles: *stops talking mid scentance with Lydia* Yeah, Der, what's up? *slips arms around his waist under the leather jacket*

Derek: *just kisses him on the forhead*

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I think using archaic terms to get around censorship should be the norm. Calling rape ‘grape’ or using the grape emoji is ridiculous, if they’re not going to let us use the correct terminology, let’s go back to saying ‘outraged’. Calling murder ‘unaliving’ or ‘m-word’ is also fucking ridiculous. Let’s start using ‘slain’ again. They can’t ban ‘slay’ and ‘slayed’ because it is such a ubiquitous slang term that going back to the other meaning of the word would be a perfect way to skirt the censors.

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“You think every citizen should have access to free and accessible healthcare?”

Wrong!!!

I think that Asylum seekers and Migrant workers and The Undocumented and Everyone Else should get free healthcare too

I love immigration

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if you wiped every ICE agent off the face of the earth, a hundred million people would become safer overnight. if you wiped every furry off the face of the earth, the entire internet would collapse for good in a matter of hours. i know where my allegiances lie.

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roommates getting top surgery and they put a tracking chip on him and now im getting updates like hes a pizza

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Story time: In which my coworkers thought I was cheating on my partner…with my partner

Ok so B and I are very tactile people. We mostly work from home, spend 90% of our days together, and touch each other all the time in a deeply habitual way.

We also work in the same industry, which means sometimes we go to the same in-person trainings/conferences/events.

We were at one such event yesterday and while a couple folks in attendance knew we were married to each other, most did not. Though, importantly, they did know that we each were married. We both wear rings. We regularly mention our spouses.

So, we arrived together and walked holding hands through the parking lot and, yes, had a smooch while alone in the elevator before we had to be on our professional best behavior (he was wearing a suit, kissing was unavoidable).

When the doors opened we were still a bit close together and got some looks. But I didn’t really clock them until later. We also checked in with each other a couple times through the evening and stepped out for a quiet moment here and there, which some people likely noticed.

So toward the end of the night, I was chatting with some peers and B came to stand next to me with some of his peers and without thinking I reached over to pull a bit of debris out of his hair and without pausing in his conversation, he reached over to squeeze the back of my neck and run his knuckles down my shoulder/arm in thanks.

There was a sudden lull in the conversation and I realized multiple people were looking at us with obvious discomfort. I rewound the last few seconds, considered some earlier indicators, and then hastily said, “we’re married! To each other! He’s my partner!”

And everyone let out a relieved exhale, had a laugh about it, and we continued on.

Whoops.

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Saw a cis (I think) woman talking about how cis women need trans women because if trans women don’t exist then being a woman isn’t a choice and is instead just something you’re consigned to for life.

I’ve been thinking about it all day because I agree but I feel like there’s more to it than that.

Idk. Gotta think more.

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Mulan AU where she does get caught by the other fresh recruits while she's bathing but Mushu helps her spin it like the lake is cursed by an evil lizard demon and will turn men into women if they stay in it for too long.

From there it's not actually difficult to get the other soldiers onboard with covering up the fact that poor Ping took one for the team and got afflicted by the vagina curse, especially since it would have been all of them if they hadn't gotten the warning ahead of time. So they agree to help him cover it up, because obviously the army's not going to understand.

Shang is... tentatively glad that the men are bonding and getting along, even if they continue to be deeply weird about it.

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MULAN (1998) dir. Tony Bancroft, Barry Cook

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theflowerhat on ig

excerpt from the original post: this is dictamnus albus—commonly called gas plant. on hot days, it emits a citrusy, flammable oil that briefly ignites when exposed to flame. it’s completely harmless to the plant, but incredible to witness.

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wait you wrote one of the most, if not the most, famous AU's in the fandom without having interacted with canon? that's so galaxy brain of you holy shit lol

I fell sideways into the Witcher fandom via Astolat and Dira Sudis during the pandemic, and absorbed the canon via reading absurd amounts of fic and also the wiki. With a Conquering Air was supposed to be a one-off; I thought it would get maybe a few hits and then vanish into the general heap of fanfic like most things do, especially very-AU kink meme fills.

And then...uh...that is not what happened, and here we are, and I am very confused but also very happy to be here.