#but I tried!

[wolfclaire]

Guess who is trying to do something special?

First one done, seventeen to go! :D

...oh boi...

[inkcat1987]

Ok ik it says in progress but I really wanted to do it!!! I do not know if this is the canon design but I had to!!!!!

@zucchiyeni <- amazing creator of the Idol au!

Also here's the pink and blue light!

[confettiiclownii]

“CAN YOU SEE ME?”

[putting-wheatley-in-places]

put him in a bird nest.

“Cave Johnson here! Now, the lab boys have alerted me of a glitch in all Aperture appliances which makes them afraid of birds. If there’s a bird in a 10 mile vicinity of an Aperture appliance, they will start panicking.

What’s my solution to this? Well, it would’ve been killing every single bird in the universe but, they told me that that not only is it impossible to kill every single bird in the universe, it would also severely screw up the food chain.

So now we’re forcing them to hang out with birds in hopes that they grow up and learn that birds are not- HEY! GET OUT OF HERE! AH DON’T PECK ME! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!? I’M-“

[halfhissandwich]

@analoginceweek Day One: Library/Theater

“Oh c’mon, please?”

“I’ll be honest, the confidence in ‘the scariest of all the scary stories’ is intriguing.” The prince nods along with Virgil, somewhat interested in the book the emo is holding, despite his usual distaste in the horror genre.

Logan cringes slightly. “I don’t know…” He begins nervously, clenching his fists. “It doesn’t make sense to read a book designed to distress the reader…”

Roman and Virgil smile widely at Logan’s reaction. Seeing Logan express this much emotion is rare, but not at all unwelcome. Roman places his hand on Logan’s shoulder with a smile, unable to resist the temptation to tease him. “It’s okay if you’re scared, Logan. Your strong knight will protect you, you know that right?” Logan’s face flushes at the half-teasing half-genuine reminder, gently shoving the prince away while Virgil laughs.

“Come on! I listened to you two yap about fairy tales and textbooks, please just throw me a bone!” Virgil asks pleadingly, leading Logan to briefly consult his notecards before nodding with understanding.

“Oh, alright. Fine.” Logan agrees, enjoying the look of glee that appears on Virgil’s face as the latter quickly gets comfortable beside the others and opens the book. Roman also smiles at the sight of Virgil being so excited to share his interest with them… until Logan is clutching his hand in nervous anticipation. Roman rolls his eyes with a smile, holding Logan’s hand as the two of them listen to Virgil read.

[koreantraditionalmungbeanpancake]

마에스트로의 지휘에 맞춰。

-> 1996.11.22

-> HAPPY WOOZI DAY!

[eliotquillon]

Drabble req: the first time chameron say "I love you" to each other. Cause you know it was messy and you know they didn't say it at the same time.

obligatory @all-pacas already has a fic about this that is VERY GOOD and you should read (https://archiveofourown.org/works/57257620) but:

“I love you,” Chase blurts out while they’re doing the dishes; he washes, she dries, because when she first started staying at his apartment she was aghast to see water spots on all his dishes and broke her self-imposed rule to never clean up after a man just for her own peace of mind. Cameron freezes, hand gripping a pasta bowl with the edge of a dishtowel, and Chase adds, “You don’t have to say it back.”

It’s early to say it. Too early to say it, Cameron thinks; ever since her husband died, she’s been a big believer in the six month rule, unwilling to allow herself to be caught off-guard again. Words mean things. She knows it’s different, for men, read a psychology case study about how they almost always say it first in heterosexual relationships, but it doesn't change the fact that this is still too early. They've barely been together for two months, if you don't count their bout of casual sex beforehand. Cameron has a sinking feeling that Chase probably does count it. Which would make it closer to three months, but that's still—

"It was just dinner,” she jokes, trying to deflect. She’s been trying to ease herself into letting him into her life; he doesn’t have a drawer at her apartment yet, but they go to her favourite Chinese place often enough that the staff have started to recognise him, ask how that nice British boy is doing on the rare occasion that she still goes there by herself. She never corrects them. It feels more intimate than just sharing space; if they break up, she’ll probably never be able to go back to that Chinese place again. Or she will, out of spite, but it won’t be the same. “Though their egg rolls are pretty good.”

“You don’t have to say it back,” Chase repeats, flushing pink—she tells herself it’s just steam rising up from the sink full of dirty dishes and hot water—“but don’t make a joke of it, Allison.”

Cameron swallows. “I don’t know what to say,” she admits, which feels worse than the joke. Admitting she doesn’t know what to say is tantamount to admitting that she hasn’t considered loving him yet, that she’s nowhere near ready to say it back; if she’d seen it coming, she would’ve had an answer prepared. Something nice, confident but not glib—thank you, maybe, or I really like you, too. She doesn’t like this off-kilter, unmoored feeling. Maybe it would be easier, if they were at her apartment and if she could stare at the kitchen wall to collect her thoughts without seeing Chase everywhere, but they aren’t. It isn’t.

“That’s alright,” Chase says kindly. She forgets, occasionally, that he is capable of graciousness. It’s still strange, sometimes, interacting with him outside of the gilded cage of the conference room. They drive to work together, and a part of her is always a little bit surprised that they go their own separate ways; that this isn’t some elaborate charade, and that one day they’re not both going to walk up to House and go we really had you going, huh? Not because things are going badly. If anything, it’s because they’re going well. If she pretends that she’s pretending, then maybe things won’t hurt so much if they end. “I can take over, if you want.”

He means the dishes. Cameron smiles, relieved. “We’ll talk about it later, okay?” she says. “I’ll have a better answer next time.”

It doesn’t mean she’ll be ready to say it back then. But it’s a promise, sort of. Eventually. Eventually, Cameron thinks, and she sets the pasta bowl out on the rack to dry.

[set-wingedwarrior]

Wait a minute.

Is that...

yes, it is!

I KNEW IT LOOKED TOO FAMILIAR!

Now, let me just check on last thing real quick...

yep, everything checks

[froizetta]

WIP Wednesday: baby edition

This week I present my first attempt at writing DC fic for a pairing other than superbat - but, you know, only barely because this is for superbat mini, aka jondami. This is the start of a fic I'm planning out about Jon and Damian through the years (ignoring Bendis' timeskip because I can) in a coming of age story, in which Jon tries to deal with figuring out he's bi and having a crush on his cool(-ish) older best friend. Working title: Puberty Fucking Sucks because like. It just does.

It started when Jon was 12.

There wasn’t anything special about the day itself. In fact, it was pretty ordinary: a normal Thursday afternoon where he and Damian were passing the time between school and patrol in their base, as they did every week. Damian was sitting on the floor with his back to the couch, curled over his sketchbook, doing… Well, Jon didn’t know what Damian put in his sketchbook, since he’d made Jon promise not to look. Jon was nice and a good friend – and maybe a little scared of what Damian might consider fair retribution – so he always humored him.

Meanwhile, Jon was slumped on the couch, putting off doing his homework by half-reading a manga that Damian had recommended. A…shujo? Shogo? Some kind of romance thing. Whatever it was, it wasn’t really enough to capture Jon’s attention. So instead, he found himself watching Damian.

They’d been best friends for most of the last 2 years at this point, so Damian was very familiar to him at this point. But in his boredom, Jon found himself focusing on the details of his face in a way he hadn't before, looking at the parts and not the whole. His eyes were slanted and striking, piercingly and vividly green even hidden below the thick, dark sweep of his lashes. His nose had a little bump at the bridge, and his mouth was small and turned down at the corners, so he always looked a little grumpy even when he was in a good mood. His hair was dark and crazy thick (it was an Arab thing apparently, or so Damian had told him when he’d mentioned it one time) and it was surprisingly soft when he didn’t style it. Jon knew that from personal experience, because once Damian had let Jon hug him during a sleepover when he’d had a nightmare, and Jon couldn’t help but rub his face into it a little, like a cat. Damian had grumbled a little but hadn’t pulled away

Damian was really pretty, Jon thought. It wasn’t a new thought. Damian had always been pretty – though not pretty like girls were pretty, just…attractive. It was just a fact of life, in the way that most actors and pop stars and even Damian’s own parents were just obviously, objectively nice to look at.

But still, something about this Damian was different from the version that lived in Jon’s head. He was still shorter than Jon, although not by much. But even though Damian was smaller than him, he somehow looked…more. Older. His hands had always been long and kinda elegant, but now they looked as strong as Jon knew they were. And his jaw was no longer round and soft like Jon’s, but sharp and defined. Masculine. There was a breadth to his shoulders that felt new, even though logically it couldn’t be since he saw Damian most days, but…but somehow he hadn’t really noticed it before. It made his uniform blazer hang differently, in a way that felt weirdly distracting.

Damian wasn’t just pretty anymore, he realized. Damian was handsome. And Jon wasn’t sure why, but something about that thought got to him, made him feel weirdly hot and squirmy inside.

He quickly buried his face in the pages of the manga he wasn’t reading. He’d felt like this before, months ago. He was watching a commercial break with his parents and the pretty actress on screen had really enjoyed her branded yoghurt. Jon had gone very quiet and very red, and his dad had shot him a knowing look. Which was pretty much the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to anyone ever.

Jon had mumbled something about finishing his homework and fled upstairs. He spent most of that evening typing a bunch of awkward questions into google in private browsing mode. And then after that, he’d guiltily rewatched that yoghurt commercial a few dozen times – but on mute, so his dad couldn’t hear. His attempt at secrecy didn't really pay off, because a week later his dad had come into his room and sat him down for a Talk, as in the Talk, which had firmly pushed the yoghurt incident itself to second place in the ranking of Most Embarrassing Things.

But…but this didn’t make sense, Jon thought to himself. Why would Jon be having yoghurt commercial feelings about Damian? Damian was his best friend!

He chanced a peek at Damian over the top of his manga. It was still just Damian, familiar and sulky and way lamer than he liked to pretend he was. His best friend, Damian. He had his head bowed, pink tongue poking out between his lips like it did when he was intensely focused, and for some reason Jon couldn’t stop staring—

He forcibly ripped his gaze away, mortified. Oh no, this was weird. This was so weird. The yoghurt commercial was rapidly being pushed to third place in the rankings. He needed to leave right now.

He stood abruptly. “Hey, so I’m gonna go.”

Damian turned his head to look at him sharply. His habitual scowl was tinged with confusion. “What? Go where? We’re supposed to patrol in an hour.”

“Just training,” Jon said, false-bright. “I’m gonna work on some stuff. Training stuff.”

The confusion was very much still present. “Oookay?” Damian said. He flipped his sketchbook closed. “Did you want to spar? I could—”

“Nope,” Jon chirped, already edging towards the door. He was trying very hard to look at anything but Damian, which was probably super suspicious, but. Looking at Damian just felt like a lot, okay?

“It’s just some dumb superpower training my dad told me to do,” he continued. “It wouldn’t interest you, trust me. So you can just stay right here, while I go…away from here.” He winced. “Anyway, see you at patrol!”

He didn’t wait for Damian to respond before he turned and marched out of the room, well aware that he was acting absolutely insane but completely powerless to stop it. Thankfully, even though Jon knew Damian was incredibly suspicious of his behavior, he didn’t follow him.

Jon spent the rest of the time before patrol carefully carving patterns into wooden blocks with his heat vision and trying not to think about Damian’s opinions on Activia.

[petitelepus]

Hi! Can I request a (first contact au) mtmte!swerve x Gn!human reader? Thank you!

"W- what are you?" Swerve stuttered as he looked at you. The Autobots had taken refuge from this small planet with some basic civilization, but they had all agreed to keep their noses clean and not interact with the planet's residents.

Only Swerve had wandered off and run into one right off the bat.

"I could ask you the same thing?" You asked back as you looked at the bigger Bot in confusion, but you didn't appear one bit scared of him. Why?

"Uh... Don't I scare you?" Swerve asked and you chuckled.

"You aren't the weirdest thing I've seen." You replied, "I mean, do you know just how large frog I found once?"

"I..." Swerve blinked, "I don't know what's a frog?"

You grinned as you told the white mech your name and that you were a human, before offering your hand for him to shake, "And what kind of creature you are?"

"I'm Swerve. Swerve of Helex and I'm a Cybertronian Autobot." He said as he took your hand with one servo and you shook hands.

"Well, Swerve, can I offer you anything to drink?" You asked as you turned and started to walk away from him. Swerve looked over his shoulder to where his crew was and then you...

And he followed you, "You got any engex?"

"Uuh, you look like a robot from TV, do you like oil?"

"I do and what's TV?" You stopped to look at him, "You don't know what's TV?"

"Is it a place?"

"Oh," You laughed and Swerve was startled by how nice your laughter sounded. You smiled at him, "You are going to love TV."

[anonymous-dentist]

a lil drabble w kitkat (tubbos minime) please?

Oh, God, Kitkat’s eating screws again.

Tubbo groans and snatches the screws away from his Minime, crossing his arms firmly as his Minime stares up at him with fury in its blank little eyes.

“No,” he firmly says.

Kitkat doesn’t blink. It extends a hand, waiting.

More emphatically, Tubbo repeats, “No! This shit isn’t edible, Kitkat! Here, how about some avocado toast?”

He swaps the screws out for a stack of toast.

Kitkat doesn’t budge. It flexes its fingers, a silent “Gimme.”

Frankly, Tubbo doesn’t know where the little shit got its attitude from. Or its appetite for hardware. Between the screws and the nuts and the nails, KitKat’s about eaten him out of house and home. Which is crazy, right? That isn’t normal!

Unwilling to deal with this on top of the usual ungodly amount of stress, Tubbo slaps the toast down into Kitkat’s hand and grumbles his way back to his chests to find more screws. He’s got a factory to build, dammit.

[ironlvngs]

— TASK 006

before, it was much more simple to be present for these interrogations; to answer their questions, play games to shift the blame on someone else (sorry, ex boyfriend), to paint the prettiest picture of himself... but that was before this was turned into a murder investigation, rather than locating a missing person. negativity has been sitting in link's chest since the day they announced it, and it hasn't gotten any better — day by day, it feels like it's been simmering in there, and now there's just this black sludge living inside him and turning everything upside down for him.

"— excuse me, mr. crawford? a drink?" the officer repeats themself, and link has to remind himself to act accordingly.

"uh, sorry... i'm good for now, thanks." they respond as they clear their throat, bringing themself back to the reality right in front of them.

"well, then, i suppose we can get started." the officer takes a look at their partner, giving them the lead on this. "mr. crawford, did you have any reason to suspect greer morrison was dead before this news came to light?" link's eyes land on the red blinking of the tape recorder in between them for a moment, and calculates exactly how he wanted to play this one. "well, i can't say that after months of her being gone, the morbid thought hadn't come to mind for a second. but it was just easier to choose to believe she ran off on her own."

"right. well, lincoln, i'd like to ask you a few questions about ida clarke." a lump forms in his throat. link was probably the worst person to question about ida, given their very public distaste for one another — fights and arguments and name calling that only increased when they began to live in the same place. "what was the nature of your relationship?" link had to think quick. he had to wonder if they had any information on the fact that they had slept with each other not long before she died, because if they believed that he was trying to hide that fact, link would instantly become a target. it shouldn't be an issue, if she hadn't told anyone else, either. but then again, he wasn't ever the most trusting of ida clarke. finally, he responds. "not much of a relationship, really. we, uh... we were roommates for a little while, and we weren't very close." it wasn't truthful but it wasn't a lie, either. "but still, it was not the best.. hearing that someone you used to see every day and practically lived alongside with had died like that. it was the same with penelope, even though we weren't close, either. it makes you worry, you know?" maybe playing the terrified and traumatized young student afraid for his life card would gain the cops' sympathy here, and he'd avoid getting grilled.

"right, of course. now i understand that you were hospitalized after the fire, is that correct?" link nods his head, and lifts his sleeve up a little to show them his burn scars from the fire. "fortunate enough to have made it to a hospital at all." he adds. and thank god for it, meaning that he had an automatic alibi for ida's death. link knows he's innocent, but in this world, it's clear to see that anyone can get thrown under the bus — speaking from experience, from being the one to throw others under the bus so easily. "where were you before that? before you managed to leave the building?" not alibi enough, so it seems. "gosh, honestly? my memory is all over the place with that. it's hard to remember any other part of the night." immediately, the cop responds with another question, "and what exactly were you and other students doing at the commons instead of the commencement gala?" this is where link thought that he might choke. was it a better idea to admit that he had gotten a text from g like everyone else? or was it better to lie about it? then again, if someone decides to admit it, then it seems like he an every other student who hides it is lying about something. "well, to be honest with you, officer, the gala was becoming a bit... boring for a few of us college students?" he responds with a small scoff, a playful look on his face. "a few people were talking about getting out of there, maybe meeting up at the commons.... and, well, i followed them out. you can see how at the time, i thought it would be harmless to do so."

"alright... and have you gotten any anonymous messages over the past year? any with leading information, perhaps? or threatening messages?" link wanted to remove himself from this entire chain of suspicion — just another regular student at ogden college. "thankfully, i haven't." but that meant link had to be even more careful about who he talks to about any texts he receives. "and is there any information about greer morrison that you've become aware of in the past year that you haven't shared with the police yet?" "not at all — not since i spoke with you guys about her ex boyfriend. if i do hear anything, i'd definitely make sure to immediately report it." why not add a sprinkle of the noble citizen on top of this?

"well, mr. crawford, just one last question before we let you go... have you witnessed anything suspicious on campus over the past year and a half?" and this was it, link's favorite question. how easy would it be to fuck over someone he sees as a threat in whatever answer he can make up or lead the cops down a certain path? it had worked so fucking well last time (maybe too well) and he could definitely do it again. monty? milo? sassa's stupid fucking boyfriend? that was a weapon he could yield at any moment, though, and this was not the time to use it. "personally, with my graduation approaching, i chose to keep to myself and focus on my academics. so no, i haven't witnessed anything."

"okay, and i think that concludes all the questions we have for you today. thank you for your cooperation, and please do report anything suspicious to us — whether it's text messages or otherwise." link starts promising that he will, thanks them for their wonderful, oh so amazing service to their community, and exits the interrogation room.

that went well enough. at the end of the day, there was nothing link could do better than wear a mask and twist the narrative in any way he wanted.

[sonicgetsrawed]

Collab with @meetje-rotyourbrainhere!! Of our fan kids!! They’re besties now!!

Vote for star and Gina in the @sonic-fankid-showdown!!

[lucancore]

on an Unrelated note is there a place i can learn about kpop fandom terminology or could you perhaps tell me about a few terms . for no reason . at all . /nf

i don't know everything but i can try 👍

also i'm going to avoid 'terms' that are fully just korean words (with a few exceptions) because they don't exist only in a kpop context

bias: favorite member(s) in a group

bias wrecker: someone else who catches ur eye but not as consistently as ur bias (i've also heard this one as someone you wish was ur bias)

ult: ultimate. A bias of biases; your favorite group/idol from your favorite groups/idols

stan: actually comes from an eminem song lol. It used to mean an obsessed fan but the term is used much more loosely now

casual (fan): not a stan but you listen to them

anti: someone who dislikes a group/idol and dislike them publicly and vehemently (like, I dislike some groups for whatever reason but I wouldn't advertise that yknow, it's just tase)

nugu (누구): literally translates to "who?" a group that's not very well known and/or underrated.

title track: different than normal (which would be the track with the same name as the album it's in), it means the track groups will promote with/the main focus of the album/ep/etc.

b-side: any song that's not the title track. Nowadays, some groups will also promote a b-side

comeback: any time a group releases. I consider a comeback to be when a group releases and promotes it (usually people don't promote digital singles)

promotions: include music shows, variety shows, talk shows, etc.

win: when a song ranks first on a music show. The first win is pretty important to a group. All kill means winning every music show the song's on.

fanchant: words/lyrics that fans can cheer idols with. The fanchant for be mine (infinite) is so famous that you can sometimes hear it from the crowd when other idols cover that song lol.

fancam: recording of a performance by a fan, often unofficial (like when people record concerts god bless them). Alternatively, an official recording of a performance that focuses on a specific idol or angle to show the whole group without fancy camerawork.

maknae (막내): the youngest member. In kpop it means of a group, but usually just refers to the youngest person in, say, a company or group of employees, etc. Any culture that has confucian influences will have age-related hierarchy, such as my family lol (viet).

[maenecoon]

remember how i was talking about kimchay camboy au? so i did a thing and it's one chapter in, uhhh, yeah well! y'all can check it out if you'd like..!!