#ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR...

[theresonly1u]

Collection is closed for new fills!

124 total fanworks across 7 fandoms, I'm on the dang floor!!!!!!!!

A couple of notes:

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Works will be revealed Saturday morning around 8:30-9AM PDT!! I will post when I reveal.

Great job everybody!!! Proud of us 🥳🥳

[lotus-pear]

i think you guys are onto smth..

i unironically got invested in this HELP

[lexalovesbooks]

I also really wish we could have seen the moments where everyone finally gets to talk to kihrin after his stunt at the end of the discord of gods and just read him (and presumably Janel and Teraeth and Thurvishar too since I’m sure they were all in on it) the riot act like Hey. what the fuck were you thinking? I know everyone’s reactions were priceless i know it

[lulu2992]

Ask meme!

I was tagged by @glowwormsmith! Thank you :)

Rules: Spell out your URL using song titles that can describe your muse/OC/pairings, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!

My URL isn’t the best for this game because it simply consists of the same two letters twice (I didn’t take the numbers into account), but I still scoured my entire music library to find titles that worked! I chose my OC Taylor Rook, John Seed, and the couple they form in my heart because of course I did. There are four letters in my username so I’m tagging four people: @cassietrn, @laindtt, @simplegenius042, and @strafethesesinners (only if you feel like doing this, of course)!

(Not all the tracks I wanted have lyrics, so I did this a little differently than you did and wrote a little “story” instead):

In Hope County, Taylor really became a “Lurking Danger” [Yoko Shimomura - Final Fantasy XV] and had to walk along many “Unfamiliar Paths” [Cliff Martinez - Far Cry 4]. John kept telling her, “Let The Water Wash Away Your Sins” [Dan Romer - Far Cry 5], but she remained “Untouchable” [Niels Bye Nielsen - HITMAN 2]. As for the Baptist, deep down, he was just a “Lost Child” [Brian Tyler - Far Cry 3], but on the outside, the thing most people noticed and talked about was his “Unsettling Aura” [Yoko Shimomura - Final Fantasy XV]. I wish he had had time to “Learn To Let Go” [Kesha - Rainbow]*, but all he did in the game was try to be “Unstoppable” [Sia - This Is Acting]*. Their story didn’t end well, so in another world, one that only exists in my head, they decide to “Let It Go” [Demi Lovato - Frozen] and stop being “Under The Gun” [Motörhead - Kiss of Death] all the time because I just want them to sing “Love Me Forever” [Motörhead - 1916]* and “Underneath Your Clothes” [Shakira - Laundry Service]* to each other instead!

*actually for these the lyrics also work

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok, what do your parents tell you?

[Text 1: "Could you explain, Mother?" he asked in as calm a voice as he could muster. "I had never contemplated going off-world." Something he'd never seen and couldn't identify flickered in his mother's eyes, and then was gone. "You have been accepted to Starfleet Academy, on Terra," she said quietly. Tuvok pressed his fingers as hard as he could against the solidity of the marble; it held. There was stability in the universe. In his belly, the fish darted this way and that, careening into each other, colliding with his stomach wall. A faint taste of bile rose in his throat. "I have no need of science. The Disciplines will cleanse my mind. I am well on the way to achieving mastery of my volatile elements and believe I should be allowed to continue on my present course." "The decision has been made, Tuvok." Something hot and unpleasant burned in him. He realized the tiny fish had disappeared from his stomach, only to be replaced by a scalding ember. He drew a breath as though in physical pain, and felt his heart hammering against his ribs. Desperately, he repeated a prayer in his mind, striving for control. Heya...heya...heya... The image of Seleya, the sacred mountain, cooled his mind and his breathing became more regular.]

[Text 2: "I do not know...what you mean," he said with effort. She sighed. He discerned then that she was extremely uncomfortable, and this realization struck at him like an asp. He felt unaccountably fearful. "Thee hast lapsed into the Pon farr," she continued, using the formal mode as a kind of shelter from her embarrassment. "What the ancients called the plak-tow, The blood fever." "I still...do not know what you mean." [...] Confusion swam in his brain, and he worked despeately to quell it. "What is 'it'? What comes every seven years? I don't understand..." [...] She seemed pleased that he could focus on the matter. "Go to thy parents. They will have chosen." This struck him as monumentally odd. His parents - would have chosen a mate for him? When? And why had they never mentioned...]

[Text 3: Later, they were alone, standing apart from each other in a room that had been prepared for them with candles and incense, with wine and fruit. They gazed at one another, Tuvok hearing the beating of his heart in his ears, thundering, insisting, louder and more demanding every second until all he could hear was a roraring that propelled him forward. His last thought before he touched her was What if I don't know what to do? But he soon realized he needn't have worried.] Source: Pathways by Jeri Taylor

[187days]

Day One Hundred Twenty-Four

An unusually high number of my students were absent today- and for a variety of reasons- and, boy, did that change the dynamics in all of my classes. All four sections of Global Studies were quieter than usual, which is to be expected when there are five to seven fewer people in the room, and they were also super locked in on their reading. A bunch of students blew through their page goals for the day, including some of my more reluctant readers, which was awesome to see.

Even more surprising- one of my most reluctant students, period (for all manner of assignments, not just reading), asked to talk to me during the bell change, and said he wanted to improve his grade. So I identified some missing or incomplete assignments he should prioritize, he thanked me, and then sat and read for my whole class. Then, during flex block, he started chipping away at the stuff I'd told him to work on. By the end of the day, I had a couple things to grade, and I think that's solid progress.

I have no idea what caused a switch to flip, but I'm definitely all for it!

My APGOV class is small when they're all present, but today it was three students. Two had a sports thing, one had an appointment, the others were sick. But the ones who were there got to ask me all the questions they had about the US-China trade war, which they'd read about for homework, and then we watched some of the recent House debate over the bill that would ban TikTok if Bytedance doesn't divest it. We discussed that and its broader implications, as well as a few other things that have been happening recently. It was a really fun, relevant class, and I enjoyed teaching it a lot.

So it wasn't exactly the day I thought I'd have, but it was a good one!

[ghwosty]

nice

[abluehappyface]

In my Farmville era

[bludraws094]

yall remember the test from yesterday?

so i apparently tested for a higher grade than im going into

so thats fun

[renee-writer]

Out of Time Chapter One Hundred and Twenty -four

Trigger warning for death

AO3

“You or me?” The vote has been taken. Unanimously, though reluctantly, it was decided that Thomas and the other lass had to die. Asha will join their community on a type of probation, under constant guard until they know for sure whether they can trust her.

 

Now it is down to the method. Claire can shot them with a gun or Jamie with a needle.

 

“Me,” he answers her, “I don’t want their deaths in you, with you being pregnant.”

 

Jenny nods in agreement. No, she doesn’t wish her healer brother to have to take lives but, it is cleaner, more kind. A high dose of potassium and their hearts stop. Murtagh touches his shoulder. He hates this even as he knows it must be done. Mary cuddles Naomi trying to ignore it all. She can’t wrap her head around the fact that she just helped sentence two others to death. Heather and Simon, hold tight to each other’s hands. Simon is resolute. As distasteful as the whole thing is, it had to be done. Danny is having the most trouble, of the men, as he knows them both.

 

“What is her name, Danny?” Claire will record their deaths. Records need kept, for the children and theirs.

 

“Helena.” He softly says.

 

“Thank you. I know this is difficult.”

 

He nods and then looks at his son, at Jenny ‘s breast. For him, for all of them. “Yes but what must be done. They won’t  change if we had a thousand years.”

 

“Claire, take everyone upstairs. I will let you know when it is done.” The bodies will be buried under the rubble surrounding the building. Asha will be lead upstairs.

 

“All but me.” Murtagh stands by him, “You won’t be doing this yourself.”

 

Jamie bites his lip and nods. “Thank you.” Claire hugs him close before leading the others out. They all touch him on the way, letting him borrow a bit of their strength.

 

They walk up to the door. Murtagh carries his gun at the ready.

 

“Thomas and Helena, you are to die, this day, this hour, for your unspeakable crimes against humanity.” Jamie pronounces.

 

“It is humanity that is the criminal!” Helena calls out. He simply rolls his eyes.

 

“I am opening the door. You will be under armed guard.”

 

“So it is to be firing squad?”

 

“No Thomas, not unless you try something.”

 

He opens the door as Murtagh stands to the right of him, gun pointing to the opening.  They both stand calm.

 

“How shall we die, then?” Helena asks.

 

“A shot that will stop your hearts. Simple and painless. More then you deserve.”

 

She shrugs and offers her arm. Murtagh moves closer, pointing at them both.

 

“We are ready to die to help Mother Earth live. You don’t need that.” Thomas nods to the gun.

 

“I shall just keep ye covered until he be done.” He growls.

 

Another shrug as he also presents his arm. Jamie takes a deep breath and finds their veins, one at a time, and inserts the needles.

 

It doesn’t take long. They slump on the floor. He checks for pulses and closes their eyes.

 

Murtagh lays the gun aside and holds his Godson as he cries.

[oniongarlic]

There is legit no fucking realist painting collection on public display is this city. Ive gotta get out of here.

[idlingsomewhere]

im getting to 100 and logging off i swear

[queen-susans-revenge]

One for sorrow Two for joy Three for a girl Four for a boy Five for silver Six for gold Seven for a secret never to be told

Eight for a wish Nine for a kiss Ten for a chance you must not miss Eleven for a wasp Twelve for a bee Thirteen for a coffee Fourteen for tea

Fifteen for a pencil Sixteen for a pen Seventeen to hear these options once again

Eighteen for pepper Nineteen for salt Twenty for an accident in which you were not at fault

Twenty one for Jerry Twenty two for Tom Twenty three - where are all these magpies coming from?

Twenty five no seriously Thirty this is weird Forty eight from where have all these magpies suddenly appeared?

Sixty two stop counting Seventy just run Ninety nine the revolution of the magpies has begun

Two hundred no more sorrow Five hundred no more fears One thousand for how long the empire of the magpies will last in years

(John Finnemore)

[albonium]

7 billion people on earth and 99% of them don't care about not killing or disabling others that's bonkers

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.3

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

“Aquaman.” Batman swept into the room, beelining straight for the suddenly apprehensive Atlantean king.

“Batman. What can I do for you?”

“Phantom. Does he pay taxes?”

“Pardon?”

Batman makes a low noise that had Aquaman’s danger senses buzzing.

“Does Phantom have to pay taxes. Towards Atlantis.”

“No…? Why?”

“He wanted money, in exchange for… information, of a delicate sort,” Batman said, diplomatically avoiding the topic of Phantom bargaining for the identities of corpses in exchange for a measly $100 dollars per identity. Like a flea market dealer, that one was.

“You encountered Phantom again?” Aquaman perked up.

“Yes. Gotham’s bay is… polluted.” Batman paused. “With victims. Of murder.”

The entire area quieted as heads turned towards the Dark Knight.

“Yes, I am… distantly aware of Gotham’s waters.” By that, Aquaman gets green around the gills whenever he turns his awareness in that direction. There’s a reason he doesn’t enter Gotham, and the Dark Knight’s ban is only half of that reason. “Ah, but you’re correct. For what purpose would Phantom need mortal currency?”

“Hn.”

“Maybe he needs some stuff?” Flash zipped to a stop next to Batman, feet tapping as he dug into the pile of snacks cradled in his arms. “Us mortals are always coming up with new things, maybe he wants to try some games or something?”

Batman tilted his head down, seriously considering Flash’s suggestion. “It’s plausible.”

“Barry, Barry, Barry. He’s old as hell, right? He probably wants to try the new booze!”

“Hal, my man!” Flash fist bumped Green Lantern, who came up. “You’re back! What happened to John?”

“Dunno. He got called somewhere that way,” Green Lantern waved a vague hand towards the left. “Had to deal with a politician or something from that area.” He shrugged, swinging an arm over Barry’s shoulders to put him in a headlock and stealing a chip.

“Huh. Anyways, would our mortal alcohol even work on a demi-god or something?”

“We should ask!” Hal turned towards Batman. “You should ask if he wants to go for a drink, spooky!”

“He’s a child.”

“He’s been around for more than a millennia, Bats.”

“Informational gathering, right, Hal?” Flashgot out of the headlock, quickly munching on his snacks to stop Green Lantern from stealing them.

“Totally. Yup.”

“…Fine.”

“Wait, are we just gonna ignore that Gotham’s waters are full of bodies?”

“Yes.”

——

“What?” Danny asked, mind half on the bags he’s dragging out of the water and the other half on the essay he has to submit in about four hours.

“Green Lantern wanted to invite you out for a drink.”

Danny turned to the stoic Gotham knight, who had his wrist computer out to log the bodies’ info the moment Danny gave him the information. Some of them even told Danny who murdered them, so Batman could start building cases with solid leads.

Danny’s only twenty. He’s not legal yet but he doesn’t want to give any clues to who he is. How is he supposed to…

Ah!

“Can’t.” Danny shrugged. “I’m not legal. I died when I was fourteen so…” Danny trailed off, speechless at the drowned puppy face Batman was giving him. What the fuck.

“Anyways, fork over my payment.”

Batman wordlessly hands him a wad of hundreds.

“What do you need cash for?” Batman suddenly asked.

“Huh? Isn’t it obvious?” Danny tucked it in. “Material things, obviously. I need a blanket,” because holy shit, Gotham is damn cold this time of year. “Anyways, see you same time next week, litterer.”

“I don’t litter.”

“Tell that to the batarangs I found under the water,” Danny grumbled. “But I’ll stop calling you that if you get a signature from Poison Ivy. I have a friend who loves her.”

“An alive friend?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?”

Danny snickered and disappeared. He’s gotta cram that essay.

——

“There’s a possibility Phantom might be homeless.”

“Batman, I mean this in the nicest way, but for the love of Atlantis, please stop giving me headaches. It’s time like these I wish I stayed a lighthouse keeper.”