#125k

[beardedmrbean]

[myheadphonesareneverloudenough]

OR SO YOU THOUGHT, BRIAN

[trendynewsbro]

Bitcoin tops $40K for first time in 19 months, Matrixport tips $125K in 2024

Bitcoin (BTC) has reached the $40,000 level for the first time since late April 2022, climbing around 2% in 24 hours. Bitcoin surged from under $39,500 to strike above $40,000 on Dec. 3 to hit a 19-month high, according to CoinGecko data. It also marks a new year-to-date high for Bitcoin, which is up over 140% since Jan. 1. However, its still down around 42% from its Nov. 10, 2021, all-time high…

[insertdisc5]

You’ve said before localisation into French would be expensive and it got me thinking - what would the hardest part of translating isat actually be?

First thought is the puns, since they’re very language dependent and probably wouldn’t translate literally as easily

the hardest part is that it's 150k+ words

[glitteredbubbles]

HELP my homophobic little brother just gained consciousness and asked me this 😭

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Second Chances

Author: fablewriter

Rating: M

Status: Completed in April 2015

Word Count: 120,727

Summary: After a heart-breaking decision, Kurt and his daughter, Tabitha, move back to Lima Ohio to live with his parents. Kurt keeps focus on a future for his daughter, even if that means working in the garage with his father again. But when a friend and customer of Burt's, Blaine Anderson, comes into Kurt's life, Kurt starts to wonder if maybe, just maybe, his family will have a second chance at happiness.

Tropes/Genre: daddy!Kurt, age!gap, badboy!Blaine, AU

Read at: [PDF]

[twinklyylights]

Proud (Outro). - Twinklylights - Shameless (US) [Archive of Our Own] 13/13

He’s ready to continue being a husband. To continue loving Ian like it’s what he was put on earth to do.

He’s ready to wake up every day and know that he and Ian have made it. That all the things they’ve been through have been worth it.

He’s ready for year two and all the years that’ll come after that.

All the time they’ve got to spend, falling more in love with each other.

He’s ready for all of it.

Or, the month by month, high and low-lights of Mickey’s second year as a husband.

Read the WHOLE THING on Ao3!

Finally.

[d4ydream-girl]

cinderella's castle kickstarter just hit 525k 🥹🥹

[snugglesquiggle]

i think the reason J is so compelling as a character for me is that of all the disassembly drones, she's the only one who does things.

as kind and lovable as N is, he's down to do anything. he has a job and when questioned, can muster no justification stronger than "I guess I just want to be useful"

i have respect for V's depth and her attitude makes her plenty fun to watch, but when J's out of the picture and she's pleading her case to N, what does she offer? free her, and "...we'll only kill what we need to survive. Just you and me, N." when she's trying to kill Uzi, what does she think this'll accomplish? it's just so "...that thing leaves us alone". at best, it preserves the status quo.

but J? she doesn't just want to feel useful, she wants to be effective. she doesn't just want to survive or amuse herself, she pushes her squad to be the top team. which isn't to say her goals are good, or that she's even going about them in a smart way (canon J is kind of dumb? it's adorable). still like. she may be misguided, but at least she's guided.

she's fun to read and write about because for the others, you have to put them in a situation, but J'll make trouble on her own if you leave her alone long enough

which is also why there's so much potential chemistry with Uzi, because Uzi is the other character who does things. the whole plot gets started because of her! if she hadn't pulled the trigger in the pilot, you can bet the two of them would be fighting for the story's steering wheel and it would have been glorious

[cupidford]

You Have Demons (I Do Too) by wannabesirACD

Johnlock Love Letters #2339

Sherlock is fresh out of rehab and assigned community service thanks to his ever-spying brother Mycroft. At the theatre, he meets a blonde army doctor suffering from a PTSD flashback. Things quickly develop and John has never been so thankful for a thunderstorm before.

[beardedmrbean]

Amen to that little dude

[synthaphone]

[this-is-snekky]

So there's this arcade and

*dies a little in the inside*

[zellink]

I FINALLY FINISHED ACT 2 OF MY LONGFIC AND IT IS 59K WORDS LONG AT ONLY 5 CHAPTERS LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO i am so sorry i hope you guys like long af chapters because that's all of Act 2. :~)

[storm-of-feathers]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

WHY IS TUMBLR HARASSING ME WITH THESE

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

~~ Chapter 6: Pickles and Ice cream ~~

Read the prequel on Ao3, links at the bottom. Updates Tuesdays.

When Dryden had gotten a holocall ping at three in the morning, he knows there was only one person it could be. His organization, as a whole, knew not to interrupt his beauty sleep unless the consequences of waiting until morning were in the 'millions of credits' range, and that just didn't happen on a tight ship like his. With rare exception, of course.

So he dutifully gets up, puts on his nubian cashmere robe -the long one with the embossed gray lilies, not the short black number with cranes- and sends a servant to go fetch him caf. Then, he answers. 

"My lord," he smiles at the hooded holo form sleepily, "how may I be of service?" 

"Vos. Listen carefully: My Enemies have decided to try a new track. They have unleashed some kind of spell or device which-"

As soon as he hears 'my enemies', capital M, capital E, Dryden knows to get comfortable.

The sith lord starts in on one of his legendary rants, with all the effortless panache of a born thespian. Maul paces in the tight space allotted by the holocomm, throwing his entire body into the little performance. Facial expressions that tell entire stories. Sweeping gestures with fists and- ah, he’s grown out his claws. Lovely.

"-these… instances vary in length and frequency. The lack of discernible pattern tells me that-"

One of the staff drops off his caffuccino with extra whip and cinnamon, and the head of the Crimson Dawn sips on it while learning a fair amount about a variety of things. Who Darth Maul suspects is doing this, what they might be using to do it, when it started, where the technique might have come from, why they might be doing this, and how poorly holoprojections capture the infernal yellow glow of his eyes when Maul is pissed .

The complete story just isn't possible via holocall. A shame… his sith is ever so entrancing when furious.

"-so now you understand what we must be looking for. I suspect the line of Darth Morpic might have texts which-"

He's still going. Dryden snuggles with his caf and waits for his moment. 

"-then you will have to bring whatever resources you find here to me, on Dathomir. I will ensure the temple's defenses do not… impede you, also-"

Still going.

"-renovations to that area are a work in progress. Do not land on the east side of the cliffs. Leaving is not an option or I would-"

His caf is gone, but the moment is here. Opportunity sings to him. He stands to meet the zabrak’s energy, gesturing grandly with his empty caf mug.

"My lord, please! It would be an honor to visit your home, bringing you aid." Stage secured, Dryden sets a hand to his breast, leaning in toward the holoprojector's camera. "My collection of esoteric references is nowhere near as extensive as yours must be, but I will begin combing it immediately."

Maul looks pleased. Or, no, he looks faintly murderous, but he’s just blinked the way he does when something has pleased him. Dryden smiles, indulgent, and sweetly promises, "I will also have a team begin checking the usual auctions and private collections for additional resources. Whoever has dared to inconvenience us like this is very quickly going to discover the error of their ways, yes?"

By 'discover' he means 'die for', and by 'error' he means 'interrupting his business and keeping Maul away'. How dare they? His sith is a necessary feature to Dryden's routine. To the Dawn itself. 

Working under sithless conditions would be, well, possible , of course. Allowing their criminal empire to fall over such a loss would be inexcusably negligent on his part. No, the Dawn would come regardless of Maul’s involvement, but operating without his cold-blooded, yellow-eyed warlock would be so much more… unsatisfying. Dull. Dreary. 

Untenable!

"Very good," Maul says, haughty. "I will expect you."

"Of course," he simpers, bowing slightly.

Maul scowls and hangs up.

Dryden grins at the inactive holocomm. Dathomir! Finally, his patience is beginning to pay off. What knowledge, what power, a planet of such repute might hold. With the demise of the witches the only thing left to guard Dathomir’s secrets is the planet itself, and… well. If any one being is capable of protecting the wisdom of an entire culture, perhaps it is Lord Maul. 

But, oh, he has come to understand the sith like no other, earning more of him with each conversation. Maul could be a truly formidable obstacle, if he chose to be, between Dathomir's lost arts and the rest of the galaxy. But, with time, he will not be to Dryden Vos. 

Flushed with victory, the crime lord wanders to the small archive he has onboard, still in his night clothes. Most of his collection is on an unnamed ice moon in a vault -not on a ship that could get scuttled if his luck soured- but there were a few things here that might provide either answers, or something to whet the appetite. At least until more robust materials could be found. 

He makes a call to the caretakers on his private moon base, and sends them digging. Then, the near-human starts in on trawling the materials onboard.

"Fear not, my dear ," he tells the quiet stacks, "I shall find us answers."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

tag list: @ghostpeppercalamari

[If you want to be added to the tag list comment on the chapter.]