#i dunno what tag put last time eek

[magz]

Computer & Technology Basics Course for Absolute Beginners

"Learn basic computer and technology skills. This course is for people new to working with computers or people that want to fill in some gaps about their computer knowledge."

Saw this, and thought it useful for basic tech literacy.

Share video for people might need it.

[k-sci-janitor]

So I finished DCWT last night and while I know this fic is quote unquote famous and also rightly contentious, I still had some thoughts on it that I wanted to spew out long form style on here, SO-

To be clear, this was a fic I avoided for a LONG TIME

You know when people hype up a thing as like, the pinnacle of whatever? And if you haven’t read it, you’re not a real fan? Yeah well, that was the vibe I got with this dumb fic for a long time while absolutely no one told me that, it was just my dumb brain being judgmental to myself really, lol. Anyway why would I wanna read a fic that famously doesn’t have any tags? I mean, who does that?? Anyway-

So what changed your mind?

Well I watched this wonderful video (everyone, GO WATCH THIS VIDEO) and even tho the creator simultaneously hyped and un-hyped DCWT, it got me intrigued and a little cautious about finally just giving it go. It had literally been sitting on my kindle for months and I just finally decided to see what it was I was missing.

So you got past that opening, huh?

MY GOD. My biggest initial hurtle getting thru this damn thing was just the opening. It was verbose. It didn’t make much sense. It didn’t even seem like this author and I had watched the same movie. Everything about it was off putting and strange and I must’ve picked it up and put it down like 10 times. Don’t do this. I’ve only written a little bit personally but the fastest way I chuck a book/fic/whatever away from me is a terrible opening or like, an opening so fucking confusing that it’s unclear that it’ll get better from here.

So it got better from there?

Okay yes, it did, thank goodness. At a certain point it became more clear and I realized the fic had started with a wildly confusing intro to show, you know, how m e s s e d up they were post-drift, cognitively, emotionally, etc. The story eventually started to speed up and I got engaged with the action and finally I couldn’t put it down. It took a while tho!! But I also HAD to put it down at some points.

Oh, why?

So, remember when I said there was no tags and everything I had gathered about this fic was secondhand knowledge? I didn’t really know how in depth the fic was going to describe disassociation and panic attacks. I don’t mind mentions of these things in other fics I've read but DCWT really delves into them in a way that made me, someone prone to panic attacks, really uncomfortable. It basically just hit a little too close to home for me and I occasionally had to put it down so I could breathe or find myself in a different headspace to be able to read these descriptions. This could easily affect someone else pretty harshly.

And like, I know these descriptions are fictional, they're not going to hurt me but they read real enough to me and they’re happening to a character I care a lot about and it was genuinely distressing to read. I also generally don’t read angsty fics because like I said, I don’t really like thinking deeply about Newt or Hermann having something overtly terrible to their bodies (sorry Kaiju!Newt fans, I get eeked out!!). Sometimes I can handle it if it’s abstract enough but sometimes I can���t. I especially find it hard if it's crouched in something I have personal experience with (the panic attacks, sigh). Tags, people, YOU USE THEM.

So did you even like this fic??? SPOILERS BELOW 👇👇👇

Omg so I actually did. Newt and Hermann’s characterizations were really good. Newt was quite possibly the world’s biggest asshole while I wanted nothing more than to give this Hermann a really big hug. Since this fic is so long, it gets a chance to really hone in on their dynamic and how they care for each other. They literally call each other their "life partners" before they examine if they're actually dating or not. I really enjoyed that a reader could interpret their relationship as ace, it totally works. And I still got my big damn kiss! Jokes that have been building up for like 100k words have an amazing pay off and was super funny to read. Also somehow NO ONE told me about the AI self-driving cars and were my surprise favorite characters. Mako's characterization was also some of the best things I've read about her and I loved her and Newt's relationship a lot.

So it was fine in the end?? MORE SPOILERS 👇👇👇

Well, no, I think I'm just sensitive to the idea that Newt's mind is tearing itself apart due to the kaiju, due to Hermann occasionally taking over, due to his own dumb hang-ups. It's a melancholy read is where I would place it. Their dynamic is difficult and real in it's terror of what's happened to them. A BIG SURPRISE for me was Newt's third drift and the fact the PPDC may or may not have coerced him to do it while he was on anti-seizure drugs?? IT'S REALLY UPSETTING. I don’t like the immediate alienation from the PPDC, I mean, I also don’t like the military but the idea that they would whisk Newt away like that is weird and I dunno. It’s fucked, whatever.

It was just a weird, hard read for me emotionally and I don’t blame anyone who decides to just put it down. And it has SUCH good stuff hidden in there (the AI cars, Hermann buying a Porsche on a whim and being a scary driver, that fucking hair stroking thing) but it’s a roller coaster and I honestly don’t know what to make of a fic that has it’s own PR person to hype it up, lmao.

So what do you recommend?

Approach cautiously! I’ll even make a short list of tags here: Descriptions of epilepsy, seizures, nosebleeds, disassociation, panic attacks, eye damage, hand surgery, Drinking and depictions of drunkenness, underage drinking mentions, implied drugging, descriptions of imagined head surgery, suicidal thoughts.

And hey, you might be a tough guy who reads fucked up fics all the time and I just sound like a wimp here, that’s fine!! I just felt complicated about this fic (liking and hating it, ugh) and wanted to get down what I thought about it while it was fresh. And like, y’all know me, I like cute, fluffy shit where they kiss for the first time or whatever. But I occasionally will dip into scarier stuff. I just don’t know if this is everyone’s cup of tea and wanted to elaborate. 😮‍💨

[givemequeen]

Help! ; john x reader

request: Hello there! May I request one John L. super fluff? (You know, he's sad, no one got the meaning of "Help" - song, exept you *wink wink*) Thanks a lot! // AHHHH ANYTHING SMUTTY WITH HELP!JOHN AHHHH a/n: eek ive been looking forward to this one ALSO I JUST GOT THE NEVERMIND ALBUM ON VINYL YAYAYAYAYY and lowkey proud of this??? pairing: john x Help!reader summary: comforting John about Help! warnings: sex but soft sex :) year: ‘65 word count: 1472

“Help! I need somebody. Help! Not just anybody.” John’s voice made you look up from your notes in your corner. It was the last song they were filming before wrapping up for the day and heading back home. He was singing into the microphone, his guitar around his neck and an odd expression on his face. You frowned, he looked somewhat upset and the lyrics he was singing weren’t too bright either. Was that his song?

You knew he had been writing a new song, he had been hunched over the guitar for a couple nights now, quietly scribbling notes before going back to the instrument and muttering things to himself. Oddly, he wouldn’t show the paper in which he wrote the song to you. He always did, always asked for your opinion and proudly showed you the final version before taking it to the studio. But this time he did not and it confused you. Still, you did not pressure him into telling you and respected his privacy.

Once they were done singing the first version the band stepped out from behind the microphones and listened to the take and started making changes to the song. You watched John from your place. Before they could do much, George Martin announced it was time to go and the three boys were off after a quick goodbye to you. John stayed behind to look at the piece of paper with the scribbled lyrics.

“You okay?” you asked kissing John’s cheek and going behind to hug him.

“Yeah...” he lied, his voice quiet. He was wearing his glasses in the comfort and privacy of the studio.

“You sure?” you asked as your hands began massaging his stiff shoulders.

“Yeah, yn, drop it please.” there, he wasn’t okay.

“Johnny, you do know you can tell me anything, right?” you whispered kissing the space in between his shoulder blades.

“I do know- it’s just...” he sniffed, his voice breaking and that’s when you knew it was worse than you had first imagined. You spun him around softly, his hands were covering his face. Gently, you pulled his hands away from his face so you could see him. John was staring at the floor, his eyes red and tear-stained. It broke your heart to see him this way and you knew how much he hated to cry in front of you and how he thought it was ‘weak’ and ‘unmanly’ to do so.

Without saying anything, you wrapped your arms around him. His head fell to your shoulder as he cried into it. Your hand went to the back of his head, you drew shapes on his head and with the other hand you did the same on his back trying to calm and comfort him. He was crying gently, a whimper and sniff coming from him every now and again but not much else.

He shook slightly and stopped crying after a couple of minutes. Throughout his cries, you kissed his cheek and whispered sweet, comforting words into his ears, words for him and only him. You reminded him how he could trust you and tell you anything whenever he needed but John remained silent. He didn’t pull away once he finished crying, it took him longer to do so but once he was ready he looked down at you, his hands still holding you close.

“Oh Johnny, what is it?” you asked worriedly.

“Can we go home?” he replied without answering your question, his voice thin and weak. You nodded and helped him put his coat on. The car ride home was silent, John was curled up in the passenger seat looking out the window. You reached over to rub his arm, he smiled at the warmth, humming happily.

Once you reached your shared flat you helped him out the car into the warmth of the home. You sat him on the cosy couch after taking his coat off and made warm tea for him. He happily sipped on it before you started talking to him about what had happened with him at the studio. 

“John, what is it?” you asked your hands reaching to rub his face affectionately. 

“I dunno...” he set down his nearly empty cup and looked down. “Do you love me?” he whispered, his voice barely hearable but you heard him well enough for your heart to drop.

“Of course I do, I love you so much.” 

“I just don’t think I’m good enough,” he admitted. “And crying... I don’t want ye seeing me like this. I need to be a man for you... not this. I’m weak.”

“John, you are good enough, you’re not weak. You are more than good enough. And I know you don’t like crying in front of me but I want you to be comfortable with me. I don’t think any less of you just because you show your feelings. It makes you human and I love you regardless of how ‘manly’ you are.” you told him. “And, for the record, this does not make you less of a man.” 

You reached up to kiss him. The kiss was soft but he yearned for more, he whimpered into the kiss, his hands reaching for your body. You moved so you were straddling him, your hands roaming each other’s body pulling each other’s clothes off. Your fingers fiddled with his t-shirt’s buttons and, with his help, it came off. 

“Come ‘ere,” you said pulling him up and guiding him into the bedroom, your hands linked together. He laid on the bed, his trousers off and watched you undress. You crawled onto the bed and put each leg on either side of him. You rolled your hips onto his hardening bulge earning whimpers and moans from John. He buried his face in your breasts as his hands fell to your sides gripping your waist slightly. “‘M gonna make you feel so good Johnny,” you promised, your lips pressing soft kisses down his jawline.

You pulled away making him whine. “Just taking these off.” you chuckled pointing at your underwear and his. John helped you to speed up the process and get your lips back on his body. You hovered above him, your hand went in between the two of you stroking him gently to make the act of him entering you easier. John’s hands were on your waist once more as you sank down on him. You moaned his name and kissed his shoulders before looking up to him. 

He bit his lip and he looked at you, properly looked at you. You could see the love in his eyes as he studied your face. You copied his moves and memorized his face, the bump of his nose, the shape of his lips and the colour of his eyes. “I’m going to kiss all of you,” you promised in a low whisper as you began gently rocking your hips. You began by pressing a kiss at the top of his forehead, another one to the left and then to right. You moved down to the space between his eyebrows and placed two gentle kisses on his eyelids. 

You kissed all the way down his nose, pressing a slightly harder kiss on the top of his nose and moving to his cheeks. Then came his lips, you spent longer there giving them more attention than the rest of his face. You kissed the corner of his lips and kissed them once more when you felt him smile under your lips.

After that was his chin and sharp jawline, you went from one side of his jawline to the other and then down to his neck. You sucked soft marks onto the clear skin making him moan and jerk upwards into you. “God, you’re perfect.” you groaned feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“You, yn, you are perfect,” he whispered as his head once more fell to your breasts. You continued rotating your hips and gently bouncing on his cock chasing both your orgasms. “‘M close,” John muttered.

“Me too,” you replied. “Look at me,” you said, your tone still soft and soothing. John looked up and you pressed your lips against his. You tugged on his lower lip with your teeth and you got slightly faster and faster until you felt him fill you up with his warm seed. You came at the same time as John without stopping your hip’s movements or the kiss. Even though the sex wasn’t rough you were still out of breath once you were done. You fell to his side without him slipping out of you, you enjoyed the warmth and feeling of him filling you up.

“I love you so much Johnny,” you whispered hugging him tightly, your two naked bodies together as one.

“I love you too, yn.”

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[frightgothcar]

HEY! Hey, you, reading this!!! I fuckin love writing but what I need to be able to write is a little thing called approval!! If you like this please comment and/or reblog!!!!!!!!!!

Area 51 au thingy. Danny/Wes. Songfic? Not really but the whole idea came from this song. V is based off of @its-towarzysz (main)/ @we-all-horny-here (sanders sides sideblog)/ @cockworktower (dp side blog) you should check them out, they make hella good content. Thanks to all my friends who helped me with motivation/proofreading. Tw for Death, Blood, Guns, and Violence. (Tell me if I forgot anything). I love this pairing and the lack of content sparks deep anger in my soul!! :)) Thanks for reading, enjoy!!

EDIT: Posting this on ao3 also @/godcannotdefeatfanfic 

September 20th, 10:30 am

Area 51

Wes Weston had nothing to live for. Ever since his Mom had gone out for cigarettes on his 6th birthday and never come back his life had been a constant downward spiral. Maybe that was why he was in the middle of the Nevada desert, preparing to attempt to rush a highly armed government facility with a million other suicidal Millenials.  

He fanned his face with his hand. It was over 86 degrees and he was practically melting in his Casper High spirit T-Shirt and blue jeans. He contemplated getting into his pickup truck and blasting the a/c but considering he only had a quarter tank of gas left, and it was a good 20 miles to the nearest gas station, he decided against it. Instead, he got onto his phone and texted his friends for the third time that morning. 

Basketball-Boi: where r yall? its hot.

Phurry: we’re just driving in!! Do u see us?

Basketball-Boi: uhhh whats ur car look like

Phurry: the silver one

Basketball: V there are like a million silver ones what kind of car

Phurry: uhh Val says its called a subaru we’re right by a black car

Red_Huntress: They’re standing on the roof and waving. Can you see us now?

Wes looked up from his phone to see a person, about his age, standing on the roof of a silver Subaru, wearing a black band t-shirt and neon green booty shorts. Their long blond ponytail swished around their face as they jumped up and down excitedly. A girl stepped out of the car and began scolding her friend. She was wearing a matching red pair of shorts, there was black lettering on her backside that he couldn’t quite make out. He began waving back, which only excited the blond more. They lept over the brown-skinned girl and bolted towards Wes.

“Ready to fuck some aliens, Basketball-Boi?” They pulled him into a tight embrace.

“I was born ready!” He laughed, “How are you, V?”

“Pretty gay, thanks for asking.”

Wes opened his mouth to speak but V cut him off with an excited shout.

“Oh! That reminds me!” They slipped their arms out of their backpack straps and dug through the mint green bag for a minute before pulling a pair of hot pink shorts, “I wanted us all to match! Made ‘em myself!”

They flipped the shorts around to reveal ‘100% Nasty’ embroidered onto the ass in black. They then turned around to show off their own message, that read ‘Trash Man’.

“I made one for Val too, c’mon, we have to wear them!!”

Wes grabbed the shorts and held them to his hips. “Is this what you needed my measurements for?”

They nodded enthusiastically, “I was gonna make us team jackets, but that’s so cliche.”

“Huh, I mean, don’t get me wrong, these are… great, but are you sure pink is my color?”

V rolled their eyes, “Of course I’m sure, Wes! Just put them on, you’ll see.”

Wes sighed and walked behind his red truck for some privacy, not that there was much of that, the field was crowded with cars. He pulled down his blue jeans, thankful for the breeze on his legs, and pulled on the shorts. They were a perfect fit, clinging to his waist, and resting on his barely existent hips. The feeling of showing so much skin was odd to him, he’d never worn anything that short in public, but the look on V’s face made it all worth it to him. They didn’t laugh like he’d been expecting them to, instead clapping their hands and going on about how relieved they were that the shorts actually fit. He did a quick turn for them, and they nodded in satisfaction.

“I think it’s about time we caught up to Val, did y’all remember to bring soda?”

“Only the finest Mountain Dew the 7/11 could provide, M’lady,” V grinned. 

“Than shall we be going, M’lord?” Wes held out his arm.

“Indubitably.” V linked their arm through his and they wandered through the crowd, searching for Valerie’s silver Subaru. 

“Wes! V! Over here!” Val called, waving the hand that wasn’t holding a Mountain Dew at her friends. The two of them waved back and jogged toward her. 

“Hey Val, long time no see,” Wes grinned as he pulled her into a hug.

“I missed ya, Weston,” Val reached up to ruffle his hair, but Wes dodged, pulling her into a headlock instead. 

“Missed ya too, Grey,” He gave her a noogie and released her, leaving her free to jump onto him and boost herself high enough to get revenge.

“Aww, adorable! Old lovebirds rekindling an old flame?” V fluttered their eyelashes at their friends, who immediately recoiled.

“Ew, no! Wes? If I had to pick a guy, maybe. And that’s a hard maybe. I’m too gay for this.” Valerie picked up her can from the hood of her car and took a swig.

“Yeah! She’s like my little sister!”

“Hey, I’m older than you!”

“By like two weeks!”

V broke into laughter, “Cool it lovebirds, I’m only joking.”

Val and Wes rolled their eyes at V, who was now on the ground, rolling with laughter. 

“Permission to pour some soda out onto our hilarious friend’s head?” Val asked teasingly.

“Permission granted! Fire at will!” Wes saluted. Val tipped her can enough to sprinkle V with the sticky green drink. They got to their feet, still laughing, and lunged for Val’s can. They knocked it backward, spilling soda all over Val’s shirt.

“EEK,” She squealed, “You’ll pay for this, Trash Man, If it’s the last thing I do!” 

She tried to push the can towards V, but they still had a grip on her arm. They tugged the can back and forth for a few seconds before it crumpled under the pressure.

“Shit!” Val swore, letting go of the can and cradling her palm. “I think I cut myself.”

V dropped the can, game of tag forgotten, and crowded next to their friend. Wes joined their huddle. 

“I think I have a first aid kit in my truck. How bad is it?” He asked.

Val opened her hand to reveal a small, but deep wound on the side of her palm.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault, if I hadn’t-” V began.

“Naw, it was as much my fault as yours. Anyway, we were having fun, and it’s really just a scratch. Keep focused on those Aliens, Private!” Val reassured them.

“Aye aye, Captain!”

Wes walked back to his truck, ignoring the stares of passerby. He grabbed his first aid kid (thank god for boy scouts) and walked back to Val’s car.

“So,” Wes ripped open a disinfecting wipe with his teeth and got to work cleaning her hand of blood. “How’s your dad?”

“He’s doing-” She drew in a sharp breath as he dabbed along the wound with a clean wipe. “Fine. The new job’s working out great, he’s happier than I’ve seen him in a while.”

Wes nodded and began wrapping her hand in gauze, “I’m glad. He wasn’t himself when you left.”

“It really all did work out for the better, didn’t it,” V smiled and handed Wes a length of medical tape. “Oh! I forgot! Val, show Wes what your ass says!”

She groaned, “Do I have to?”

V scowled, “Of course you have to, it was your idea!”

“I was just joking!”

“Tsk tsk, I think you’ve known me long enough to know that when it comes to cursed content, there are no jokes.”

“C’mon Val, it can’t be worse than ‘100% Nasty’,” Wes smirked.

V gasped dramatically and feigned offense, “You’ve wounded me! I work so hard, and for what, ungrateful friends?”

“Fine, if it’ll make you happy I’ll show him my ass. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She winked at him before turning to show her backside. Black embroidery spelled out ‘Booty Hunter’.

Wes burst out laughing, which quickly turned to hysteric noises only vaguely resembling laughter, squeals, and snorts with shrieking giggles between them. V and Val couldn’t help but join in. The second one of them stopped laughing someone would whisper Booty Hunter and it’d start all over again. 

“Okay, okay,” Wes gulped in air, “We- hic -should calm down now.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Val wiped a tear from her eye, “I am the Queen of Calm.”

V got to their feet and dusted themself off. “Totally calm. Calmer than a… something calm.”

“When does the raid start?” Wes pulled out his phone and checked the time. 12:00.

“Around, 12:30ish, we have time.” V waved their hand.

“I dunno, it’s already 12, maybe we should start getting ready.”

“What do you mean it’s already-” V snatched the phone from his hand, “Huh. Time sure flies when you’re having fun.”

“Wait, get ready for what exactly? I mean, we’re here, we’ve got our shorts on, there’s enough Mountain Dew in my car to drown an elephant, what else is there to get ready?” Val questioned.

“Uhhh, I dunno, stretch?” Wes shrugged, “It just feels like we’re forgetting something. What exactly is the plan for this whole thing anyway? Are there gonna be waves? Do we all go at once? This is a pretty poorly organized event.”

Val shrugged, clearly unphased by the lack of organization, “We’ll just go when everyone else starts running. I’m sure the start of gunfire will tell us when.”

“Look, if it’s making you so worried, we can stretch before. I’m sure everything will be fine. Plus, we all get alien Girlfriends, so it’s a win-win!” V put their hand on his arm. Wes smiled thankfully down at them.

“Yeah, that’s probably it. Yall must think I’m being a nitpick-”

“Not at all! You’re probably right, after all, it must be at least a mile to the base from here, and we can’t let cramps keep us from sweet sweet alien romance.” Val propped her leg up on the hood of her car and pressed her head to her knee, “Plus that’ll give us an advantage over the Kyles.”

V nodded and fell into a lunge, “We’ve been training since July for this, can’t let it get away now because we forgot to stretch.”

Wes bent over and touched his toes, “Thanks y’all, you’re really the best friends I could ask for.” 

The screech of a megaphone rang out through the valley. A voice came through the static, “Raiders! Get into position, we’re storming the gates in exactly fifteen minutes!” 

A cheer broke through the crowd as people began chugging what was left of their sodas and migrating towards the front lines. 

“Well, this is it I guess. If I don’t make it out of the raid, put this on my tombstone.” Wes gestured downward, where he was holding his hand in a circle. 

“Dammit!” Valerie chuckled as Wes gave her a playful punch in the arm. 

“You’ll never take me alive!” V shouted and sprinted forwards as Wes moved towards them.

“On your marks!”

“Wanna bet on that?” Wes shouted back, weaving through the crowd to catch up with them.

“Get set!”

V pushed forward, using their small frame to their advantage, easily losing the taller one in the crowd.

“Raid!”

The mob roared, then began thundering forward, but the deafening sounds of the people were nothing compared to what followed. Thousands of guns began firing at once, hitting everyone and everything in the vicinity. Wes watched with horror as the first wave of people were mowed down right before his eyes. A flash of neon green caught his eye through the carnage. He ran towards his friend, who was standing, paralyzed, next to a few other survivors. He shouted their name, and just as they turned their head another hailstorm of bullets rained down. The first one embedded itself right into V’s chest, right above their heart. Wes sprinted to catch his injured companion, but by the time he got there the life was already draining from their eyes.

“V! V, can you hear me? Don’t go into the light, hold on, ok? You’ve got this, V, answer me!”

He pressed his head to their chest, a weak heartbeat answered him. “It’s gonna be okay. Shhh, you’re okay.” 

Something wet dripped down his face, and he realized he was crying.

“...Wes,” V rasped out, then began violently coughing up blood. Little flecks of red peppered Wes’ face like freckles. “Fuck an alien for me, okay? Can you promise me that?”

Their body went limp in his arms. 

“V? V! V, wake up, please, that can’t be it, please V, you’re only 17, please!” He shook their corpse, but to no avail. V was gone. He closed his eyes and let out a shuttering breath before standing up, still clutching their body in his arms. 

“Second wave! On your marks!” The megaphone blared to life.

The crowd let out another, less confident cheer. After seeing all the carnage most of the raiders were less enthusiastic to ‘see them aliens’. But this time Wes had made up his mind. He was going to make it into that Government facility, and he was gonna burn that motherfucker to the ground.

“Get set!”

He laid his friend on the ground and pressed a kiss to their forehead. If it wasn’t for the massive amount of blood they could’ve been sleeping.

“Go!”

Wes screamed with all the anger he had in him and charged forward. Bullets rained down near him, but this time there were less of them. This time he had a chance. He saw the gate coming closer. He was only 50 feet away, he could make it! He hopped over the fence, ignoring the blaring of sirens, and kept running. He pushed his way into the building, where, surprisingly, there was no security. It looked like they had invested all their soldiers into protecting the outside of the base. His adrenaline rush began to slow down. He dragged his feet down the linoleum hallway, looking at his bloodsoaked hands. 

“What the fuck just happened?” He whispered to himself, still shellshocked. A flicker of light caught his eye. Grateful for a distraction, he turned his attention to what looked like a futuristic control panel. The buttons were labeled in some sort of code, their luminescent surfaces grinning up at him.

“Looking for me, Short-Shorts?” A calm voice echoed through the hall. Wes whipped around, ready for a fight.

“Why so on edge, Ginger? Surely I’m not that intimidating.” It purred.

“Who are you?!” Wes shouted. He winced at the echo. Did he really sound that unhinged?

“On your left.” 

He turned and found himself face to face with the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen. He looked about his age, maybe 17. His skin was tan, but had a slight blueish tint, as if he’d been without oxygen for a while. Poking from his tuft of pearly white hair was a pair of blur antenna. He had a small build, maybe 5 feet tall at best, but was floating at eye level with Wes. Speaking of his eyes, they were quite possibly the most gorgeous thing about him. He had eyes greener and glowyer (is that even a word? Either way it was true.) than toxic waste, his pupils were like a cat’s, slit down the middle. He was clothed in a baggy black prison jumpsuit. He looked almost alien. Wes realized with a start that he must be an alien. 

“Are you done staring?” The boy asked, snapping Wes out of his trance. “It won’t be long before the guards realize you’re in here, and I’d rather get out without a bullet hole.”

“I- I don’t- what are you?” Wes stammered.

“I’m Project Phantom, or Danny if you prefer. What’s your name?”

“I’m… Wes?”

[stevethehairington]

Hiii!

Ahh! Thank you Sarah/@fxckxxp for tagging me in the talk about your WIPs thingy! (I dunno if it has an official title or anything lol)

Oh my god, I have wayyyy too many WIPs, not gonna lie. (I just counted and I have at least 17 docs in my writing folder eek!!!)  I’m only going to count the ones I’ve worked on in the last few weeks otherwise this list would be way too long haha. So that comes out to be around 4 or 5! All of these are Evak (except for two— one of which is a character study so it’s not exactly about a relationship at all, and the other is a girl squad dynamic!)

If y’all haven’t heard yet, I’m currently in the middle of writing a Camp Rock AU! I have two entire docs dedicated to it— one for the plan and one for the actual writing. As of right now I have 15 chapters planned out! I don’t think that should change, but you never know! I have 4 chapters completely written (also completely unedited, but I’ve yet to get a beta for it so) and I’ve been working on chapter 5 the last few days! I started writing this AU months ago and I kind of  stopped to work on other things and just let it sit for a lonnngggg time, but I’m back to it now, so hopefully I can finish it!! I’m not going to start posting until I’ve finished writing it just because I don’t trust myself haha and I want to be able to deliver the whole thing! Sooo stay tuned for that one!!

Another little oneshot I’m working on right now is another coffee shop one! It’s based off of a post I found on instagram where one character works at the coffee shop and another is the customer and the one that works there serves the customer his coffee (in a mug of course, otherwise this wouldn’t exactly make sense haha) and and the customer asks for a spoon to stir it, but the worker is so tired that his sleep-deprived brain thinks the customer is asking for the cuddling kind of spoon so he goes and does that instead! I’m not going to say who is who because I want to leave that up for surprise (unless you’re on the skamficiton server because I’ve definitely said who is who there hahaha.) I’m hoping to have this one done very soon— I currently have a little over 1k of it written already and I’m hoping to have it done and posted sometime in the next few days/week!

Okay, the third one is something I’m sooooo excited to write!! I’ve had this idea for a while now and I think I’m finally going to put it into words on a page haha. One of my all time favorite characters to write is Magnus and I feel like he wasn’t explored very deeply in the show so I’m planning to write a bit of a Magnus Fossbakken: Character Study. It’s going to be a series of works and I currently have 3 parts planned out! I don’t want to give too much away so all I’ll say is that it’s going to focus on Magnus exploring and figuring out his sexuality and the first part involves Vilde, the second involves Even, and the third involves Isak. I’m like insanely excited for this one so hopefully that will motivate me to write it!

The next one is well... I don’t know how else to explain it other than saying it’s an angsty one. I have almost the entire thing written out already, I’m just trying to put together the ending (which WILL be happy!!! I don’t do angst without happy endings!!) I also don’t want to give a lot away with this one (lowkey want to catch you all off guard with it lmao.) I will say that there are lots of tears and a bit of a panic attack and lots of communication!! Also for the ending I’m trying to do that whole “five months later” “two years later” “five years later” kind of snippets into their lives as the years pass and how things change. If I can get the ending written then this one could be posted soon as well!

I have yet to start (but really need to!!!!) my fic for the Skamfiction Secret Santa. I don’t want to say a lot about this one because I don’t want to give a lot away. Buuut I can say that it’s going to focus on girl squad and their dynamics! :)

As for the other docs in my writing folder that I haven’t touched in ages— I’ll give you guys a little bit about them:

I’m planning a Just Go With It AU, a Peter Pan AU, a Harry Potter AU, a part 3 of my Set My Soul On Fire series, a fic based off of a certain Rihanna song, a Sugarless Gummy Bear AU, a fic that has to do with ice cream and Realizations, the Dog Poop AU (yes, dog poop, go ahead and ask about that one haha), and a Catfish AU. I also have two collaboration projects in the works, one about a bench and the other a possible Star Wars AU of sorts.... 

Annnnnd that’s it! If anyone wants some sneak peaks of any of these just ask and I’ll consider giving one :))

Now I’m going to tag @julian-dahl @vildewlw @littlespooneven and @crackandcanonships and see what they have in store! <3 :)

[pinwhale]

@geeselord tagged me in this so i feel obliged to do it lol

1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up. 

eek uh centuries - fall out boy, D.A.N.C.E - Justice, Emperors new clothes - p!atd, Patron Saint - Regina Spektor, Animal - Neon Trees, Gasoline - Halsey

2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? 

a mcelroy tbh

3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. 

“Excellent adhesion and great for renovation work” - some builders guide lol

4) What do you think about most? 

Friends and random story ideas

5) Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Yep

6) Do you have any strange phobias? 

Not really? I mean, heights arent great but thats just rational.

7) What’s your religion? 

¯\_(ツ)_/¯  I dunno probably none

8) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Walking somewhere/lying in the sun with friends

9) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

ive never had one tbh

10) What was the last lie you told? 

“ im not a actual homestuck anymore “ but hey i can dream 

11) Do you believe in karma? 

I try to

12) What does your URL mean? 

it was.. meant to be a pun. like pinwheel but pinwhale. idek i just want whale in my url

13) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? 

greatest strength is action under pressure, greatest weakness is like not being able to function when it is slightly loud around me

14) Who is your celebrity crush? 

i dont get crushes that easy so ive never had them on celebrities.

15) How do you vent your anger? 

Crying music/singing exercise ranting. if its at a certain person im likely to let them know why i am angry lol.

16) Do you have a collection of anything?

dirt rocks leaves and cool paper for art stuff

17) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

i mean, there is always room to improve. but compared to who i used to be? hell yeah.

18) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

I hate so many sounds omg. pencils writing comes to mind tho. sound i love is piano/good violin.

19) What’s your biggest “what if”? 

what if i could undo the stuff i did when i was younger

20) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? 

Yes.

21) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. 

Left: Water bottle, Right: Vapodrops

22) Smell the air. What do you smell? 

Nothing my nose is so blocked rn

23) What’s the worst place you have ever been to? 

uhh place i hated most was this country house where i was isolated with nothing to do for days. 

24) Most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender? 

What the hell is an opposite gender

25) To you, what is the meaning of life? 

Just, experience? If that makes sense?

26) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? 

I have been avoiding it

27) What was the last movie you saw? 

i dunno what the name of it was it was a Tarantino movie my brother was watching

28) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

i like, skinned my face off when i was 11 when i faceplanted off my scooter going full speed down a hill.

29) Do you have any obsessions right now? 

coding is my forever obsession. nerd wise i love taz and su atm.

30) Ever had a rumor spread about you?

SO many, mostly hilarious tho

31) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? 

Probably? I dont let it effect my relationships with them tho

32) What is your astrological sign? 

Capricorn

33) What’s the last thing you purchased? 

Icecream for Neil

34) Love or lust? 

Love

35) In a relationship? 

Nothing romantic

36) How many relationships have you had? 

Like, one?

37) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

Kill em with kindness/trying to remember they are 99% likely to be just as awkward as i am

38) Where is your best friend? 

who fucking knows the boy is never where he is meant to be and its great

39) What were you doing last night at 12 AM? 

dying due to sick

40) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? 

i hope so

41) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? 

Save the dog??

42) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? 

a) maybe? id probably do it but in theory i wouldnt want to. b) spend them with friends having adventures and writing messages c) yeaup. 

43) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? 

I dont really have a song like that? im on top of the world by imagine dragons can or best day of my life can get me in a happy mood but i kinda have to be in a positive mood before hand anyway.

44) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? 

Trust, Honesty and communcation

45) How can I win your heart? 

good fucking luck. if its in a friendship way then just talk to me and you probably already have it lol.

47) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? 

To change who i was and strive to help others.

48) What would you want to be written on your tombstone? 

“ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  welp”

49) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “heart.” 

like, souls and bravery and stuff like that.

50) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?

The orange/pink sunset cloud colour and bluey green.

51) What is your current desktop picture? 

My brother has it set to a car thing

52) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? 

Trump.

53) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? 

hmmmm probably cliche middle schooler garbage like who do you like lmao

55) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? 

i have this memory of being at the top of the hill with gilda and a few others like, yelling into the wind? Id want to do that again.

56) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? 

My main bad experiences have shaped who i am. But i guess id want to erase memories of transphobic shit that has happened to me so i dont have to think about it

57) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

no thanks

58) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? 

Europe

59) Ever been on a plane? 

yep! when i was like 4/5 i got my face painted on one it was the best

60) Give me your top 5 hottest celebrities. 

i?? dont understand attraction that much??

there i fucking did it i got there hell yeah