#and yes I’m doing this in the tags

[pawzofchaos]

htf fnaf au no waaaay

[elizakai]

uhm idk what happened but apparently harem (reverse harem!????) time-???

[gatoburr0]

Oh no he’s fuzzy

[imfinereallyy]

some of us, and I’m not naming names, need to start being properly tagged on fics.

Angst: Is it me?

No.

Unhappy Ending: Is it me?

……it’s not Angst.

[morphean42]

Don’t give me soulmates, give me ‘I’ll find you in every universe not because we are meant to be, but because I chose you over everyone else’. Give me ‘we were never supposed to meet, but I will never love anyone more than you’. Give me ‘the universe didn’t tell us we were destined to be lovers, but I decided to love you anyway’

There’s something inherently more romantic about choosing someone on purpose than just loving them because that’s what is supposed to happen

[trans-androgyne]

Thinking about “trans women/fems never pass while trans men/mascs pass fine, they just get carded all the time” sentiments and just. It’s so weird to acknowledge that we frequently look way younger than we are but act like that doesn’t have anything to do with how hard it is for us to pass. Lou Sullivan’s chapter about passing is called “How to Look 30 When You’re 30.” I’ve noticed myself getting misgendered more instead of less now that I dress in professional men’s clothes instead of more androgynous casual clothes — I’m more believable as a very butch woman than a guy who in work clothes who looks 14. Yeah I’ve gotten perceived as a slightly fem teenage boy. But I also get perceived as a very gnc woman. It just depends on context; if any of it indicates I’m an adult it’s really, really hard for me to pass as a 5’0 trans guy with an androgynous voice and asian/baby face.

[izzystizzys]

“ - but have you ever considered, I don’t know, not sucking all the time? Just a thought.”

It takes the combined grips of Nuisance and Hound to keep the wriggling, snarling body beneath Fox from throwing him off its back. With three years’ practice of having to fix his own rickety desk chair over and over again, the movement merely ruffles the proverbial fringe on his helmet.

“And I don’t mean that as an insult, necessarily. Well, I do a little bit. But also I have some amount of empathy for the no doubt immense amounts of trauma that had to go into the creation of something so dysfunctional as you, on a very personal level, so have you considered going to the root of that in a way that’s like… useful? Instead of wasting it all on kriffing Kenobi, I mean. Look at the guy. All he does all day is drink tea and commit warcrimes. I bet he knits for fun. Bit of an embarrassing nemesis, don’t you think?”

“I”, says Kenobi, then pauses. The space between his eyebrows is creased with uncertainty, and he looks deeply torn between continuing rocking the shaking Duchess of Mandalore against his chest from his corner of the throne room and re-activating his lightsaber to continue losing his fight against the Darksider Fox is currently sitting on. “I feel like I should object to some part of that, but I’m not entirely clear on what. Or how this happened, again. Isn’t Mandalore a few star systems from your purview, Commander?”

“Probably the warcrimes”, mutters Nuisance underneath his strained breath.

“About as far from my supposed assignment as yours, General”, says Fox a little louder.

Kenobi twitches. Fox cannot claim to know which of them does it. Both, maybe. Probably.

“I will - taste - your - flesh!”, heaves out Darth Maul, snarling and hissing.

“Oooh, kinky!”, calls Grids, from the corner where she’s got her stun-setting aimed at the other Zabrak, currently passed out cold. Fox sighs deeply. He knew he shouldn’t have taken those three - any combination of Grids, Hound and Nuisance in a room together usually spelled chaos.

Unfortunately, it also spelled competence. The Basic alphabet can be funny that way.

The point being: as of some months into the war, one of Fox’s assigned tasks is the surveillance of all GAR-wide communication. All command-class staff theoretically got that memo, but no one seems to have read the fine print where that includes both professional and personal communication, as well as any and all comm devices registered or suspected to be registered to that person. Especially not one Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala.

The point further being, if that sounds both immensely impractical and sort of terrifying in a democratic supposedly non-surveillance state, you’d be bang on the credits, and to Fox’ eternal chagrin the singular person in this whole useless army who’s spent the second of thinking necessary for that conclusion.

The final point being, when one frantic General’s mad dash across the Galaxy to rescue his teenage sweetheart from the spectre of his supposedly dead nemesis crosses his desk on its way to the Chancellor’s inbox, it doesn’t take much time for him to block any and all trace of it across the digital space of the GAR commboard and take matters into his own hands.

“ - which is why I told Thorn to suck it up and be in charge for a few days, and also why you’re still alive, your Highness, very welcome, was no trouble at all”, he concludes, drily. The Duchess stares the wide-eyed look of someone attempting to reconcile clones with ‘sentience’ or perhaps ‘personality’ in her head, but won’t say it outright.

Or the look of someone who’s just been violently overthrown and nearly murdered, perhaps, Fox allows.

“Um -“, Kenobi hedges, blinking rapidly.

“And the reason you’re still alive, probably. You’re welcome for that too, by the way”, Grids calls from the back of the throne room, cheekily.

“Alright”, says Kenobi, loudly. There’s color back in his deathly-pale cheeks, Fox notes, even if that color is a lot of red. It doesn’t fade very gracefully into his beard. “Opinions on whether or not I had everything under control notwithstanding -“

“You really didn’t”, Hound supplies helpfully.

“ - opinions notwithstanding, I am admittedly still lost on why you’re now sitting on Darth Maul and attempting to, to - jeer at him, Marshall Commander!”

“We’re not jeering, we’re trying to create a safe space and lay the groundwork for more open communication”, Fox says, primly.

Maul screams into the ground, attempting for the umpteenth time to rear up and visit great violence upon Fox, which admittedly has him rattling in his crosslegged seat atop his back.

Kenobi raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Safe space?”

“He’s restrained and not stabbing anyone, I personally feel much safer than before”, Grids muses. “Watch the teeth though, Hound. Little biter.”

Indeed. Fox’s right greave will have to be replaced posthaste.

“And anyways, the point isn’t to jeer at him, it’s to make clear that he’s focusing his energy in the wrong places and could be doing much better things with his admittedly not-great life”, Fox adds, shifting to cast a pointed look down at Maul. The Sith is panting open-mouthed into the durasteel floor, sharp teeth gnashing wildly as his piercing yellow eyes shine with barely restrained rage. “I’m just saying - aim higher. You aren’t seeing the forest for the Kenobis, Maul. Can I call you Maul?”

“I will feed you your own entrails”, yowls Maul.

“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Right now, I’m an easy target to focus all that built-up rage on, but is killing me really going to help you achieve any of your goals? No! Think about it - when it all comes down to it, who sent you on that mission to Naboo in the first place? Who made sure the Jedi and, by extension, Kenobi would be there to kill you? Who used you as a dejarik piece and then cast you aside the second you outlived your usefulness?”

Beneath him, Maul slowly stills in his struggle, still panting heavily. Hound and Nuisance don’t let it deter them in their vigilance, because they’re damn good vod’e and possess an ounce of common sense.

“And, look, I get it. I could spend the rest of my life punching every civilian who spits on me in the streets and it would even be satisfying. I could hit back the Senators who think of clones as easy targets. Or - I can aim my sights at who’s on top. And I think you know who I mean, because you know as well as I do the same damn man has ruined both our lives.”

Kenobi makes an alarmed noise, and Maul an interested one - not that Fox is going to let him walk out of this place awake. Still, he tilts his head in a way he hopes conveys his helmeted grin successfully to non-vod, as well as the bloodlust behind it. “You’re also welcome for the fact that the Chancellor won’t have heard of your spontaneous resurrection yet, by the way. You’ll retain your element of surprise instead of gambling it away on petty revenge on Kenobi.”

“He cut me in half!”

“He killed my master!”

Fox waves their protests away.

“Also, that’s treason!”, Kenobi adds, sputtering. Fox grins. Kenobi purses his lips, and continues. petulantly, “…do you have any proof?”

“So. Much. Proof”, says Nuisance, dreamily. “Like, do you want it alphabetically or by date?”

Which is when the Duchess, of all people, bursts out into barking, crazed laughter.

“You - you’ve certainly given yourself an edge in that fight, Marshall Commander”, she wheezes, brushing tears from her eyes. Fox raises his eyebrows at her, which she somehow seems to be able to tell, because she gestures at the clunky handle dangling from his belt.

“What, this old thing?” He unclasps the black rectangle from its hook, holding it up in the air. Maul stills strangely beneath him, and Kenobi goes ghostly pale again. Fox is starting to get a bad feeling.

“I took it off Viszla and beat him over the head with it. I figured he’d taken it off a Jedi cadet or something. What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

[nightfall-kachiniko]

aot girls reacting to you getting a text from a girl late at night🌝

AOT GIRLS REACT( YEAH WERE BACK BITCHES) TO YOU GETTING A TEXT FROM A GIRL LATE AT NIGHT 😱😱😱

an: THEYRE ALL DRAMA QUEENS

‗ ❍ mikasa

- she wonders why your phone is buzzing at 3am, and ofc she’s not the type to snoop around, but at this point it’s getting annoying and she just wants to go to sleep in peace. But that’s when she sees it, a text from an unknown number, saying something… only she’s suppose to say to you…

- mikasa would overthink it the whole night, barley being able to sleep just thinking about the possibility, no, the potential that you could be cheating on her.

- but this makes mikasa mad, not at you, but at this woman. Who does she think she is?! Texting you like that at this time?!

- she’s respond back angrily, but in a calm more sharply response.

- “text my girlfriend again and I’ll kill you”

- totally calm ☺️

- she’s ask you about it in the morning (or rather you would after seeing the angry text) and turns out it’s just a coworker that doesn’t get what no means.

- “I’ll still kill them if they text you again”

- “mikasa you CANT threaten people!”

- “that wasn’t a threat that was a promise”

- god I love her 😭

‗ ❍ annie

- Annie’s the same way. SHE GONNA PROTECT HER BAE.

- “y/n what the hell is this?!” She’d wake you up with a swift pound on your leg after you tried rolling over back to sleep.

- “OWW WHAT?!”

- “WHOS THIS BITCH TEXTING YOU HUH?!”

-“WHA- IDK ITS SOME SPAM ADVERTISEMENT”

- and then Annie realizes when she click the link you were telling the truth. “Oh-“

‗ ❍ pieck

- SO WORRIED SHED BE SO WORRIED. FULL PANIC MODE RED ALERT. I swear she’d be hyperventilating and shit 😭

- “y/n..” she’d say in a shaky voice, “can i talk to you..”

- “mhmmmm…” you say half asleep.

- “are you- cheating on me..?” You look up and her eyes would be all watery, causing you to go into instant panic mode.

- “OH MY GOD PIECK BABY WHY ARE YOU CRYING NO I WOULD NEVER”

‗ ❍ hange

- oh hange isn’t too worried about some cadet crushing on you. They just brush it off. BUT WHEN THEY START TEXTING YOU AT 3AM-

- they must have a death wish, or a wish to no longer be in the survey corps cause they ass FIRED

- nah in all seriousness hange would call them into a meeting the next day, telling them it’s about something different than BAM

- “so you’re trying to sleep with my wife?”

-“I UH-“

[braisedhoney]

Gaster but he says “oya oya”. Trust me on this.

is this it. is this what you wanted from me.

[kelpeigh]

In the spirit of every goddamn IP under the sun getting a reboot (and the fact that I’m watching DW for the first time in 2024), I am taking it upon myself to reboot the SuperWhoLock fandom.

Like most reboots the politics will be updated and there will be some fun homages to the original. But rest assured we’ll have typical reboot problems like ignoring a big chunk of the original material (NO Sherlock fans will actually be allowed. Of course) and making arbitrary changes for the sake of “refreshing” the image

For instance, we’re redoing the portmanteau

[crystallizsch]

happy birthday kalim you will always be famous to me

also -

THEIR PLATINUM CARDS ARE COMPLETE scarabia duo,,, my beloveds ;;;

AND I JUST NOTICED THEY'RE BOTH ON A MAGIC CARPET ON THE UNGROOVIED ONES LIKE WHAT

PLEASEEE I AM CRYing i am so obsessed with them i cant

[love-wing]

I need more people to appreciate I solved the last stand math question (but not in the time limit the intrepid heroes were given, there was no way)

[mandalora]

There’s this vision I have and I’m manifesting it

[emry-stars-art]

You may ask “Emry how do you imagine it goes down if Neil and Andrew are comfy enough to use the pool they miraculously have to themselves”

Shameless flirting and simply enjoying each others company ✨

[insanusnavicularis]

My god has forsaken me (ao3 is down)

[aspennntree]

hello phandom i come bearing gifts please enjoy