#idk my own tags

[maraskywalkers]

haven't figured out how to get it in a fic (yet??) but I've got a scene in my head of Tim & his mom that goes something like

she cups his face, says, "baby don't you ever get tired of all that violence and killing?"

and he responds, quiet, resigned with, "it's the only thing I know how to do" or "I think it might be the only thing I'm good at"

anyway. something something like that

[fae-sodapop]

Thinking about Hero & Frara from my stupid little Undertale AU. *Sigh* I miss them....

[kindlystrawberry]

...arug and 37 (number of songs on my arug playlist. what do you mean this is cheating to artificially boost our arug fic numbers, i would *Never*)

Spotify Wrapped Inbox Prompt: Accepting! 37. Why am I like this? by Lee Da Yeon

Arthur is having a problem.

“No, seriously dude,” Doug says from where he’s walking in front of him, guiding him down the busy sidewalk with ease. Doug wasn’t born here, either, but he moved here when he was still a kid, whereas Arthur moved here, well… Actually, exactly a year ago. 

“You’ve been here, what, a year, almost?” Doug continues, in a nearly frighteningly exact mimic of Arthur’s own internal dialogue. “And you haven’t tried one of the street sticks? You’re kidding me.”

“Forgive me,” Arthur replies, a little blithely. Despite the absolute turmoil going on inside of him right now, he at the very least has practice keeping up an air of polite everything-is-totally-fine-ness. “When I moved here, I failed to read up on something called ‘street sticks’ being one of the local delicacies.” 

“Heh,” Doug snorts. “I like it when you’re a little bit mean, you know that?”

Arthur opens his mouth, probably to protest, or maybe to apologize, but he’s cut off by the sound of distant rumbling storm clouds becoming less and less distant, as the first few drops of rain start to fall around them.

“Hey, do you—” Doug stops suddenly in his tracks and spins around, making him and Arthur briefly crash into each other. The busy street moves on around them, but Doug shoots out a hand to grasp Arthur’s wrist and steady him. “Woah— sorry, didn’t realize how close behind me you were.”

“No it’s, it’s quite alright,” Arthur replies, ignoring the pulse thundering in his own ears.

And that is exactly his problem. Though he didn’t expect it when coming here, he’s somehow made a plethora of friends in the city of Norad. Best friends, really. People that make him feel more accepted and loved than he ever has. 

“What I was gonna ask was, did you bring an umbrella?”

Arthur blinks, the question unexpected despite the fact that it’s a perfectly logical one. “I don’t. Do you?”

Doug grins, a little sheepishly. “Uhhh, nope! Guess we’re gonna have to run then. Ready?”

“Wha—”

“Go!” Doug grabs him by the wrist and starts, as he just said he would, running down the street. Arthur is helpless but to follow, but his attention is barely on the direction they’re going in, nor the crowd they’re haph-hazardly weaving through. It’s on the warm, pleasantly callused grip of Doug’s hand around his wrist.

Arthur didn’t expect to make such close friends. And what he expected even less than that was… well, this. 

He’s not sure exactly how, he’s not sure exactly when, but somewhere over the past year, he’s not only gotten close to the young man around his age who works at the grocery store a few blocks off of Selphia University campus, not only become very dear friends with him, but fallen in love with him.

And he’s only just realized it now.

Suddenly, a million tiny things make sense. The weird aching feeling he’s had in his chest whenever the two of them say goodbye to each other, the odd feeling of time stopping around them whenever he looks at Doug’s silver-gray eyes, the easy feeling of belonging that comes from hearing Doug laugh, or laughing along with him…

Arthur’s not sure how he hadn’t put it together sooner.

When they finally come to a stop, they’re both breathing heavily. Arthur’s lungs ache and his leg muscles strain (maybe Dylas is right, he really should exercise more), but he still takes the time to take in their surroundings. They’re still outside, and the rain is only getting stronger. But now they’re in front of a robust-looking food truck. It’s large, and the menu has all of three items on it. One of which is the apparently coveted ‘street stick.’

The truck also has a very small awning in front of the order window.

Gently, Arthur puts his hand on Doug’s shoulders and pulls them both under the awning. Droplets of water dribble off the tips of his hair as Doug looks up at him, and it only serves to make his eyes look even lighter than normal.

“It’s not good to stay in the rain,” Arthur murmurs, as a way of explanation. “You’ll get sick.” He’s a little bit distracted by the wet mop of dark red hair plastered around Doug’s face, and by the giant, excited grin on his face. “Pffff,” Doug snickers. “Nah, I never get sick. Don’t worry. Now, get ready to have your little rich boy mind blown.” On his heel he turns to face the order window. To the cashier, he says, “Four street sticks, please.”

“Four?”

Doug shrugs, immediately pulling out the exact change he needs to pay. “Trust me, you’ll want two each.” He hands the money to the cashier, and they duck back into the depths of the mobile kitchen. Doug then turns back to face Arthur again, hands in his pockets as he leans back against the wall of the truck. “You might even want three, because of how mind-blowingly good they are. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll be nice enough to give you one of mine.” 

Arthur feels a small, amused smile tug on his lips. “That’s very magnanimous of you.”

“Yes, yes it is.”

And maybe it’s because he’s still a little out of it, or maybe because he knows they're close enough that he doesn’t always have to be 100% polite, or maybe it’s just because earlier Doug said that he likes when Arthur’s a little mean— but Arthur decides to, just as a treat, not suppress the teasing comment that immediately springs to mind. “Do you know what that word means?”

“Uh… ‘fucking awesome?’”

A shocked laugh barks its way out of Arthur, which makes Doug’s eyes positively glow. The sound of the rain around them gets louder, and somehow Arthur doesn’t mind in the slightest that the back of his coat is getting wet.

“Close enough,” he replies, with barely restrained affection.

Doug only grins wider. Then the cashier pops back out the window, hands them the ‘street sticks’ and ducks back into the truck. Thankfully, no one else is in line, so they don’t quite have to leave the tight but dry confines of the awning.

“Cheers.” Doug hands Arthur his share of the sticks (which true to their word, are an assortment of food on a stick), and immediately taps theirs together.

“Cheers,” Arthur responds, curiosity piqued.

They’re not any kind of shish kebabs or other skewers that he’s seen before. The assortment seems almost random, and he can barely tell what the grey lumps of food (presumably, food) are. They look, vaguely, like tiny corn dogs, of which he only tried for the first time two weeks ago.

But Doug is happily munching away, nearly done with his first stick, so Arthur takes a bite. An explosion of flavor goes off in his mouth, tangy and savory all at once. 

Arthur’s eyes must widen in shock before he takes another bite, because he hears Doug laugh.

“So, didn’t I tell you? Aren’t they good?”

Taking a brief moment to swallow his bite before speaking, Arthur glances down at Doug. Doug, sopping wet and smiling. Doug, bringing him here just because he found out Arthur hadn’t tried this local food yet. Doug, passionate, and kind, and so un-like Arthur in many ways, but so like him in others.

“Mhm,” Arthur replies, easily, the affection in his heart growing tenfold. “They’re ‘fucking awesome.’” And Doug’s responding laugh, loud and vibrant, drowns out the sound of the rain just a few inches from them.

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[duckdotimg]

Got tired of seeing moeblob young catgirls. Give me butch and GNC catladies in their 40s and 50s (more will be drawn)

[composeregg]

edit (10/23/2024) now that the poll is over: Original version, with 10 questions, from April 2023 here

And, given that the original is from April 2023, that means I can very easily say:

No, this was not an ISAT reference!

Just because I use parentheses and 2nd person pov and love the same concepts of what a time loop can do to a person doesn't mean it's ISAT

(Yes, I like ISAT, the original poll is why I was recommended the game! But if you look at the original, you can see all the origins of the options to choose from, including what spurred me on with the moss option from the replies)

If I were going to make something for ISAT, I would never be so vague, you can simply look at my ao3 for proof of that

[hinamie]

thank u canon plant nerd megumi for my life

bonus:

[bamsara]

A quick tutorial on how to Download Fics from AO3

After making this poll about the panic that comes when Archive of Our Own goes down, there seems to be a chunk of folks who didn't know they could download fics for offline use, or don't know how to go about it. Here's a quick tutorial for that.

You do not need an AO3 account (unless the fic you are trying to download is restricted to AO3 users only) you only need an internet connection and a device to download to, whether it's PC or a phone.

These instructions work for both desktop and mobile. At the top of the fic, where the chapter index is, there will be the download option on the right side, and an 'Entire Work' button the left side.

For One-Shots: Go ahead and click the download button.

For multiple chapter fics: In order to have the fic download all together instead of downloading each chapter individually, make sure you select the 'Entire Work' button. Like the names says, it displays the entire work on the webpage, and will download the entire fic with all it's chapters in the correct order when you go to download.

Click the download button. You've got a couple of options:

AZW3 - Amazon-developed ebook format that is designed for Kindles and Amazon's systems. Good if you want to read off of a kindle.

EPUB - Standard file format for Ebooks and is basically used as the default for pretty much most ebook readers. This is what I prefer to use when downloading to my phone.

MOBI - An older version of the AZW3. Older but standard as well.

PDF - Downloads the fics as a PDF. Can be read anywhere you can open a PDF.

HTML - Downloads an offline version of the exact webpage you are looking at. Fine if you want to keep the 'look' of AO3 but you can't change the text size or reading style like you can with ebook formats.

Not sure which one to download? Use EPUB since it's standard and readable by pretty much everything, retains images too.

You now have your fic downloaded to your device and can read it on whatever reading app you have. YAY!

Do keep in mind that these are offline files that do not synch with Archive. So if you download an ongoing fic that updates or is edited since you last downloaded, you will need to download it again to have the updated version.

Happy Reading!

[lilyliveredlittlerichboy]

me a few years ago: its so weird how right wingers always wanna blame the "elite" given that alot of them are in the global 1% of wealth and therefore almost by definition the same "elite" they claim to hate. weird right? lol right wing logic makes no sense

me now: oh my god they mean Jewish people. its always been Jewish people. and the insistence of online leftists to use words like "elite" and "cabal" (to refer to a handful of ultra rich people who dictate a lot of how our lives are run) kinda makes them sound like antisemites too. maybe this whole idea that the world is run by a select few is a gross oversimplification which only serves to reinforce antisemitic stereotypes... oh no. maybe i have a lot of shit to unlearn. maybe i need to start vocally defending Jewish ppl. also local community building is the only way out of this

[maraskywalkers]

“At least you got to shoot your father. Mine had the nerve to die before I got back from Basic with skills and a loaded weapon.”

Tim Gutterson

[cherubytes]

[nova-rpv]

a redraw of the first drawing i posted here to celebrate the fact that ive been in tumblr for more than a whole year posting my shit and havent deleted my blog in panic yippee \:D/ (mushy rant in tags)

[soosoosoup]

rewatched treasure planet

[911-on-abc]

"he's an under-developed character" you think that will stop me? babe, I was in the check please fandom! we made up an entire dude!!!