#I am writing it at like midnight where I am

[popiellart]

i am not a dai hater but I love your takes. yes, solas is obviously trick weekes favourite sad boy oc and it does suck that the entire series has pivoted to be about him and his whims. isn't he just SO smart AND tragic AND perfect??? and trick is also taash's writer?? explains a lot. trick has taken up gaider's mantle of doing bad and halfassed lore dropping on twitter which i only know about because people keep citing it in the wiki. "word of god is not canon!" i scream on repeat for the last 20 yrs

i see i'm not alone burning the midnight oil in the depths of the salt mines 🤣 i'm a dai hater in the sense that it was the pivot point for the series, and away from what i knew and loved. there's some things i actually like in it (like vivienne. oh vivienne. you deserved to be in a better game. with a better fandom.)

but imagine if we lived in an alternate world, where da3 was a continuation of dao and awakening, a gritty dark fantasy where the main plot was the blight, and we continued the awakened darkspawn thing and spent more time with the silent legion and all those plot threads that were dropped or awkwardly shoved into evanuris' backyard where they most certainly do not belong

(for example "archdemons were always just evanuris pets which just so conveniently happen to hold their immortality" 1. bullshit 2. ok explain how the OGBs figure into that? yeah, didn't think so)

i'm a certified gaider hater, ride and die i hate this little weasel man and his little weasel man Opinions. twitter in general was a mistake.

but at the very least, unlike weekes, he can actually write, especially in terms of characters. he delivers. sometimes on accident, sometimes dragged kicking and screaming into it, but he delivers.

[bonefall]

Would Midnight be patient with my fellow discalculia girlies... I love her but am So So Pathologically Bad at math

Midnight teaches advanced algebra to cats, you'll be fine. She'll conjure up a fractal for you, color each part of the equation, show how each part interacts and what it looks like when you change it

She'll take you out to the beach and explain the wind and the tide, compare them to each axis on the formula she showed you, and modify one factor. The wind dies down and the sea becomes as smooth as glass.

"Smoothness for the-waves you-see?" She waits for you to nod, never rushing you along, even the most casual questions are genuine, "Excellent! For this is example of maths I-teach. Nature it-will-happen. Simpleness it-being. You-will-understand."

[angelmichelangelo]

welp. all the sainw angst got me alright. i know i technically already wrote a rip mikey's arm fic a while ago but @love-killed-the-superstar put a worm in my brain that i couldn't shake. still working on it but here's a lil sneak peek :)

[pfhwrittes]

For a second I thought the cow incident was over the weekend and I was about to book a flight to the UK to tuck you into blankets and make you huge piles of food and treatos.

Also thing. So I have zero and I do mean zero filter on my mouth. Mum likes to say the shit I say is why she has so many grey hairs. Now this isn't to say I'm a jerk or anything close to that. More that I'm a sassy thing and it's amazing that I still have a job. Example, yesterday at work my supervisor and an educator were showing these two students we have proper body mechanics for lifting heavy surgical trays.

Educator "just remember to bend and lift with your knees."

Me walking behind them "pop it like you want that anaconda to get some hun."

Educator and Supervisor "MA'AM" and government name while laughing.

Me walking away as I shake my ass "am I wrong?"

Anyways somehow I still have a job and I'm not entirely sure how. One supervisor wanted to get me drug tested and like 3 weeks later I accidentally gave him nightmares.

Love you hope your week going fabulous ❤️

stigy oh my god i am trying so hard not to cackle at your lack of brain-to-mouth filter right now.

i am fully high-fiving you over saying weird shit at work and somehow still keeping a job. i was well known for saying some truly off the wall shit at my last job (never mean or malicious, just stuff that made people go "parker!" in a scandalised tone while also laughing).

like that time one of my favourite co-workers came to find me in the stockroom and i said "i wish i was getting fucked as hard by dickheads in charge outside of work as i am inside of work" and i made her think she'd gone into premature labour because she was laughing so hard. i am very pleased to tell you she didn't go into labour because i would NOT have handled that well let me tell ya.

lmao i can promise i haven't been getting up to (many) antics at the moment. i've been good! just a few harmless pranks on my mum and an accidental midnight spidering.

love you too! and i hope your week goes most excellently! 💜

[basilstars0-o]

fuck "okokokok" and "lalalala" what's your ships "If you like piña coladas" and it's "Yes, I like piña coladas"?

[megane-sama]

In my head i exist in an alternative universe where Misaki's gunshot doesn't kill her, she is taken to the safe house alongside Miri thereby creating a steady (kyu-chan still has the coffee shop to run and the image of a good Organization employee to maintain), trustworthy guardian for Miri, thereby giving Kazurei enough time to focus and deal with the organisation completely (because i can't imagine it would take just one day).

Cue some time later, after their last job is finished and the Organization is just a name in the sands of time, they return and since one of the main reasons Misaki is apprehensive of their relationship with Miri is because of their job, hey they're not hitmen anymore and she sees that they love Miri so much they literally took down an entire organisation so she could be safe, how could Misaki not let them have a place in their lives?

They bond over Miri and other stuff like Kazuki teaching her how to cook or she and Rei deciding to seek therapy, she has people by her side as the cancer proceeds and she can live knowing when she dies Miri wont be alone.

One big family and everyone is happier and all the better for it.

That's my au.

[sukirichi]

i’m so normal about aiku haha

[theduchessofnaxos]

This paper is actually going quite well.

Too bad it's complete bullshit.

[sailforvalinor]

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[scary-senpai]

Holiday Hi-Jinks (Ch 5)

Rating: Teen

Category: Promptfic (for Christmas), Fluff, Humor (Situational Irony Goes Up To 11), Misunderstandings, Comedy of Errors

Pairing: Garou x Genos. Garou and Saitama Are Besties (and also drive each other crazy all the time).

Fic Summary: When Garou and Genos agree to watch Tareo for the holidays, chaos ensues. Genos accidentally ruins Christmas with science. Saitama confronts his arch nemesis (elves). And who the heck keeps melting all of Garou's snow monsters? Certainly not Reigen Arataka.

In this chapter: Genos has never been great with Santa Claus–or any other fairy tale, for that matter. Garou argues that these things have their place. This presents a few problems around the holidays.

Overly Honest Summary: In which Ca-Chan seizes the brief opportunity to complete her story from last year's Wanpanmas, just in time for this year's Wanpanmas. The prompt was "fairy tales," I used the suggestion pretty liberally since this chapter was inspired by a 2021 prompt. 🤣

“He’s been watching the TV Guide channel for two hours—kids aren’t supposed to do that, Gen. You broke him!”

“I believe his disposition has improved.”

“How could you possibly say that?” Garou hissed. “Look at him.”

Tareo, collapsed on the couch, stared blankly into the television screen. He’d been like that for hours—bathed in the dull light, he looked exceptionally dejected, beyond distraught.

Rover, snuggled up beside him, nudged the boy from time to time giving— gentle encouragement, booping Tareo’s hand with his scraggly black snoot, and above all, providing a calm, supportive presence.

Tareo had his arms around Rover, but stayed otherwise listless and still.

“Well, for one thing, he’s stopped crying,” Genos said. “And he appears to have settled on a channel.”

“C-Span isn’t a channel,” Garou sighed. “If he was that upset, you should have come get me. I was right upstairs.”

“I made a solid effort to de-escalate,” Genos said. “I believe I acted to the best of my abilities.”

“You never explained how this whole thing started,” Garou continued. “Just what the hell happened, exactly?”

[read the full chapter on ao3]

[andromebaa]

When the torture/psychological horror fic you've been writing for almost 6 months has not only exceeded the word count of any of your previous works but has also provided you with semi-regular practice where you can see an obvious improvement in your craft and your ability to write to a schedule while also giving you the courage to share your work and receive critique when previously you nearly burst into tears when your best friend gave you minute constructive criticism and has opened your eyes to the absolute joy that is creating fanworks which you have spent nearly the majority of your teenage/adult life dismissing.

[bluenotemagpie]

love writing fanfic because then four months later you can reread it, remembering very little of what you’ve written, and go “damn this writer really nailed exactly what i want out of this fictional relationship”

[crabs-but-better]

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[fruitsilly]

you knwo the essay is hoinmg well when youpull up the esay strcuture tempalyte

[fstbmp-a]

The day of reckoning is upon ye all.

[loverofallthingssmart]

poured out 1k and it’s not even the thing i planned to work on