#But that's not today

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

*taps mic* It has come to my attention today that I am highly dissatisfied with the direction my writing has taken, and I will be rewriting the entirety of The Ninja Legacy Whip; all 600k+ words of it!

Featuring some very important, significant, by-popular-demand changes such as: Kai being an incompetent buffoon with only anger as an emotion, Jay and Zane switching personalities because it would be SO much more fitting, Cole replaced by a cardboard cutout (no one will miss him), Nya being reduced to only a background character where she belongs, Lloyd without any trauma because he doesn't deserve to suffer!!! (I must protect him from harm uwu!!!), Olivia written out because edgy OCs are totally cringe, and Jesse found dead in a ditch somewhere because he adds absolutely nothing to the plot~

Sorry for any delays this causes, but I hope you stay tuned for it! <3

[moosemonstrous]

(Still a WIP, but I have reached a point where I can't leave a bit alone until it's posted somewhere and it's terrible brain times besides.)

Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - nod and smile

Robbie isn’t feeling well.

He has no idea what is being said in the meeting. He really needs to focus; for all he knows, Brook is outlining all the ways he’s to be summarily executed for fucking up his first deployment. You’re fine. He’s not. He feels like he’s been hollowed out and can’t stay still, like every single one of his nerve endings is on fire. It’s like—like you’re bored in a fucking meeting. Big deal.

He can’t look at the slides Brooks is using to illustrate his points, the bright white background making his bad eye feel like it’s being punctured by a thousand tiny needles. He can’t not look – this is important. I’ve got it, the voice says. It sounds more confident than Robbie thinks he’s capable of even under more favourable circumstances. Lay back and let me handle the big boy stuff, yeah?

“—loses consciousness, if you please”

Ivanov looks at him like he knows he’s losing more than that. It’s probably obvious to everyone in the room. He passed out halfway through his post-drift scan, and the nurses left him to rest until it was too late to pick Gabe up. Then there was a check-up – he was sure they will see something, that the moment he puts the EEG on Cho will know he’s fine. There was nothing wrong with your scan. People are looking, say something.

“Sorry.” His throat feels raw. When he looks back down to the table, he realises he’s picked the label clean off the bottle. God, he wants to get out of here. He needs to be alone for five minutes, he needs—Did you see his face? Oh, this is precious. You’re freaking out the big bad Colonel.

He needs to be able to finish his own fucking thoughts. He can’t hear the difference now as clearly as he felt it through the drift – a hairline border between what’s him-him and the—the voice, but he's beginning to pick out where he’s not making any sense. Ivanov doesn’t look freaked out, he looks reasonably displeased that Robbie isn’t paying attention.

He waits for—something. A disagreement, the usual insistence that Ivanov is some kind of mob boss pointing a gun at him under the table. When nothing comes, it’s somehow even worse, because if it was constant, if it happened every time, he could at least learn to expect it. Waiting for the debrief to start, Robbie went through the drift compatibility diagnostics again – it's available online for hopeful academy cadets – and the mental health section. The doctor in psych eval told him that the gaps in his memory aren’t uncommon, that most of the recruits don’t tick all the boxes, that any of the serious stuff would likely have shown up in one of the dozens of brain scans he’s had. Surely, they’d have picked it up if he was—he doesn’t even know. Yeah, this kind of shit doesn’t show up overnight. You’re stressing yourself out for no reason.

No, he has a pretty good reason. If he doesn’t meet pilot threshold for anything unrelated to acquired injury, he will lose access to the family healthcare program, and the MS treatment he’s hoping to get for Gabe. He hasn’t even had the time to figure out how viable it is – back home, it was so far outside his budget the doctor mentioned it only to be clear how strict he needs to be about physiotherapy. If only dear mom didn’t fuck off like she did, you’d have had access to it all along. If—what?

“Mr Reyes is present to defend his choices, if he so wishes.”

Crap, he spaced out again. He shakes his head – he can’t exactly defend a choice he didn’t make. Would he have tried to block the demon anyway? Probably. Looking back, there weren’t any other options other than to watch it crash into the shore. He’s not going to lose any sleep over that– What was that about mom?

Nothing. His hands no longer feel like he needs to crack every joint over and over again. Ivanov watches him like he’s expecting him to faint.

“Well, we’re going nowhere fast,” one of the Eden Assassin’s pilots stretches in his seat. His sister elbows him in the side. “Ouch, what? Brooks would have notes for his mother’s cooking. The kid did okay and we killed the monster, hooray. Let the D-Sci figure out what the hell is going on with those scales, then we can talk.”

“I can’t believe I’m agreeing with you, but yes, thank you,” Cho raises an eyebrow at Brooks’ exasperated expression. He only shrinks a little when Captain Danvers pinches the bridge of her nose like she’s considering throwing them all out of the room.

Just like that, the debrief is over. Robbie hopes somebody took minutes, before he realises Major Brooks will definitely repeat every comment he made in training, to the word. He never thought he’d be grateful for the guy’s particular brand of crazy, but there’s a first time for everything. Unfortunately, his vague plan to escape the dome and spend the rest of the day watching cartoons with Gabe in their bunk shatters as soon as he follows everyone out of the conference room.

“You ran long,” says a young woman in an obviously expensive dress. She looks somewhat familiar, but Robbie can't recall seeing her around the base before - he hears one of the Summerses whisper ‘scatter!’, to her even more obvious satisfaction. “Don’t worry, Alex, you’re off the hook this time.”

Captain Danvers pats Robbie’s back. “Nod, smile and it will be over before you know it.”

“I–what?”

“Hi!” The young woman seems to materialise right in front of him, smiling in a way he can only describe as predatory. “I’m Kate. You’re about to be on TV.”

[kozakk]

(I’ve been thinking about this soulmate au where you cannot see colour until you meet your soulmate, and I literally couldn’t rest until I made it about them)

(Not to self-promote, but the gifs are taken from this video) 

[recordofablerd]

Incredibly ready for it to be Monday: I really don't think my roommates understand how much of the holiday cheer they've forced on me when I don't like Christmas and never will for deeply traumatic, personal reasons, including the fact that I'm no-contact with my family, and just generally haven't had a year worth celebrating. Plus, I just don't like this time of year.

I keep getting told things like I *have* to do this, or that I *need* to do this, and I just don't want to: this isn't a fun time of year for me. I don't like being watched when I open gifts. I don't like spending all day together with people and heavily masking how I feel. I don't like feeling like a petvproject that can be convinced to like Christmas. I'm not a problem to be fixed: they can enjoy it, sure, and I can be civil about that, but like, I don't want to be constantly told Merry Christmas when the holidays aren't a happy time for me. I have a right to be sad this time of year, whether or not I give gifts. That doesn't mean I necessarily like the holiday.

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[blueskittlesart]

i’ve started babysitting for a VERY christian family which is great because they pay me a lot of money but as someone who was raised almost completely agnostic it’s kind of insane. the 2 year old keeps asking me to read her stories from the bible. (why are we reading david and goliath to a 2 year old????) the 5 year old told me today that he was going to bring his legos to heaven with him. he also has repeatedly told me that the lego spaceships he builds are stronger than jesus. (not sure what to say to that. do i deny it??? are things allowed to be stronger than jesus??) had to stop myself mid sentence today because i almost told them im not going to heaven which would DEFINITELY have caused several meltdowns. they’re also both completely fascinated by my nose ring

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[gaydelgard]

if you are the type of person to tell a girl to stop driving around with an adult sized plastic skeleton strapped into the backseat of her car do not imagine even for one second that you could ever score a girl who would drive around with an adult sized plastic skeleton in the backseat of her car

[lesbian-moon-gf]

surviving the current age of internet means saying no to subscriptions and premiums for basic features. you must endure the inconvenience of not being able to use every server emoji in discord. you must build the patience to find alternatives like NewPipe so you can listen to music on youtube while your phone screen sleeps. do Not give these corporations your limited disposable income. tiktok not letting me view videos on my phone without downloading the app? i will outlast tiktok and the execs will be remembered as dull,disgusting capitalists. listen to me, listen to me. if you do not know how to pirate shows from hulu, learn. if you can't pirate it, it is not worth the money to rent it. please i'm on my hands and knees. do not accept this form of internet.

[nerdygaymormon]

[paper-mario-wiki]

in case you're wondering what the greatest AMV of all time is, it's this one from 2008.

[beaft]

being on the aro spectrum would be a lot easier if being single wasn't made to feel like a literal death sentence

[sisterdragonwithfeathers]

this is your random reminder to CHECK IF YOU'RE STILL HAVING FUN

are you enjoying scrolling tumblr? watching youtube? reading that book? playing that game? drawing that art? doing that activity? if not,

YOU CAN STOP AND DO SOMETHING ELSE

you don't have to stick to something that you are doing for fun if it isn't fun for you anymore. You can come back! If you've loved it before you are likely to love it again! but you can stop!

Don't get stuck in a loop of doing something that you think should be fun when it isn't! You can put it down for a bit! Maybe that's the very thing that will make it fun again later!

[gorjee-art]

a raven father (i call him "pants") I've been feeding sometimes likes to sit outside my window and either wait for more food or just listen to the stuff I'm watching while I draw. Today's a colder day so he likes to fluff up a bit, and I kid you not :

this is an accurate representation of my view

[clairenatural]

there's a cherry blossom tree in DC that keeps blooming every year even though it shouldn't and the park service keeps thinking it's dead and then it keeps blooming! well they're removing a lot of trees to rehabilitate the area and they've said it's finally time for stumpy to go and they're going to mulch it and use the mulch to enrich all the other trees so it can help everything else keep going. and they're also going to plant spliced little pieces of it all over so that stumpy can live forever and this is genuinely sending me into a spiral