#it had to be unpossible

[nullconvention]

It's really stupid and worthless how prominent liberal voices are taking away "looks like victory was unpossible there was no way to win, harris was perfect" and not "the economy sucks fucking shit and harris is supporting a genocide" but hey, way to suck babes.

you all screwed the fucking pooch and can't admit it and you lost to a used car salesman and vodka reseller twice, and he's appointing a racist babyfur to a department named after a meme to remove the FBI from existence. good job losers.

[ardate]

Finally fixed my tablet driver issue!!!!!!!!!! Now what fucking else will blow up before I get to draw again,

[qqueenofhades]

Leaving aside possible reversals, disasters, doom & gloom, can we take a moment to savor the Trump meltdown over Harris/Walz and the momentum that makes a possible blue tsunami seem an entirely plausible outcome? I'd love to give you the space to ramble about it if you'd like, as my current fandom at least for the moment has shifted back to US politics (but not, for the first time in a while, to doom scrolling politics!).

Aha, I feel as I have probably already said most of my current thoughts, but here are a few things that really make me desire a heaping helping of butt-whooping blue wave in November:

The state that has had the most volunteer sign-ups since Harris took over the ticket? Fucking Florida, with over 18,000. The Villages, formerly a hotbed of Trump support (and y'know, probably still is), also had a major pro-Kamala event, and she is allegedly up 15 points in Miami-Dade (after Biden won the county by 7% and lost the state only by 3%). Now, we all know that Obama won Florida twice, but it has become such a symbol of retrograde Trumpian/DeSantisian politics that winning there would be literally seismic. I'm not going so far as saying that it's in PLAY play, but let's just hold onto that happy, happy idea.

Likewise the poll I mentioned the other day, where Trump is struggling to break 50% in Ohio, once a swing state and now also reliably red. The fact that this is Vance's home state and he's dragging the ticket down every single time he opens his mouth, thus offering the smallest sliver of hope that Ohio (which DID legalize abortion and weed by major margins last year) could also go blue? Incredible. Amazing. Showstopping.

Harris is also tied with Trump (46%-46%) in North Carolina and there is a lot of chatter about how the terrible GOP governor candidate could give a boost to Democratic turnout statewide.

The Mormons have apparently announced their intention to abandon (or at least support much less than they usually do) the Republican presidential ticket in 2024. Remember when Obama won Indiana in 2008? In my wildest dreams, I imagine Utah going blue in 2024. It won't but shh.

Basically, where we were braced for another agonizing nail-biting grind-it-out three-day election determined by a few thousand votes in key states (because etc etc the Electoral College sucks) we are now looking at the very real possibility that Harris wins at least one state, and possibly more, that Biden didn't, and which have been seen as out of reach for Democrats since Trump came on the scene. I don't think I need to counsel anyone against complacency, because we're all too damn scared for that, but yeah. Polls, even the good-looking ones that we like, don't vote. They are still skewed and subjective and do not represent the actual reality, whatever that may end up being. The Republicans and the media will be trying their absolute goddamnfuckingest to ratfuck us again in the 80-something days that remain, but:

WE CAN DO THIS, WE WILL DO THIS, WE MUST DO THIS.

WHAT IS THIS.... JOY SCROLLING? FOR AMERICAN POLITICS? IN THE YEAR 2024 WITH DONALD TRUMP ON THE TICKET FOR THE FUCKING THIRD TIME?

UNPOSSIBLE.

[christinesficrecs]

Any recs where Talia or the hales absolutely hate stiles or disprove of their relationship? I’ve already read the searching ceremonies.

hedwig221b (don't feel awkward! 🩷) also had a fic that matches this ask. So, go read that as well if you're a fan of the angst.

The Happiest of All by Hedwig221b | 32.5K | Explicit

“It’s every wolf’s dream. To find a perfect mate, to procreate. It’s a necessity, it’s healthy. It’s in our blood; akin to the moon in the sky, a wolf belongs to their mate. And humans don’t have the capacity to become a mate.”“But I love him,” Stiles whispered, begged.Talia stayed silent for a couple of minutes.“That’s why you should understand it’s not healthy for him to be with you,” her words were simple and clear, like a piece of glass, but sharp all the same. “He will not find true happiness with you. You’re wasting his time. Preventing him from having a future he deserves.”

Also, compromised-emotionally suggested this one.

Down By Contact by standinginanicedress | 117.4K | Explicit

Lydia looks over her shoulder to look at Derek Hale again, then back to him. “He’s an asshole, you know.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Stiles is confused, furrowing his brow. “I’ve only spent the last ten years of my life fighting with him.”

“Yeah, but, I mean, he’s an asshole,” she draws the word out nice and long, as if it takes on a different meaning depending on exactly how she says it. “No one who has ever dated or hooked up with that guy has ever had anything nice to say about him after the fact.”

“What do I care about that?”

She looks at him. It’s that all-knowing, all-seeing gaze, like the eye of Mordor. Stiles feels tiny under its wrath, so he looks away and stares down at his beer can, traces the design with his thumb. “I know you, Stiles Stilinski.”

“Not really. We only dated for, like, five months.”

With a snort, totally uncharacteristic of her and something she would never do sober, she rolls her eyes. “Gee, I wonder why.”

Hmmm. Not really, but here are a few.

Divided We Stand by  KouriArashi | 156.7K

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn’t expect and aren’t sure they approve of….

A Pair of Shoes by ReedMeme | 5.7K | Explicit

He was the human boyfriend. A lot of them don't really approve. Of course his boyfriend had to have a huge family. Which makes sense with the whole Werewolf thing, he supposes. But once in a while, Stiles still wishes he knew that before falling abso-fucking-lutely head over heels for Derek Hale.

Hello, Heartbreaker by  astoryaboutwar | 18.4K

Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident.

Talk Me Down by SylvieW | 26.3K | Mature

After the Hale family narrowly escapes the fire, Derek moves to New York to escape their lingering resentment. There, he meets Stiles, and feels an instant connection to him, but their relationship, and Derek’s self worth is tested by the hurdles Derek’s pack throws at them

I Would Fake Forever With You by Halevetica | 53.9K

Derek Hale is the black sheep of the family, always has been. That’s why he moved to Seattle. Now he’s got a job he loves, a nice apartment with an incredibly hot and endearing neighbor, Stiles Stilinski. One night when Derek’s overly large and demanding family shows up early for their yearly visit, they run into Stiles, who is accidentally introduced as Derek’s boyfriend.

Taught by Experts by unpossible | 29K

“Let me get this straight,” Stiles says. “You’re going to be publicly dating someone else.”

[agentrouka-blog]

Me in 2019: Show!Jonsa is so fun and moving and tragic! <3

Me in 2024: I am a hater. That little jerk could have spent one solid second actually respecting Sansa other than in the privacy of a one-on-one conversation where he's milking her for validation. Defend her to other people. Name her accomplishments. Actually not blindside her with his decisions and consult her beforehand for effing once. But no. Unpossible. Even handing her the leadership of the North had to be a little public surprise he couldn't have possibly told her about before. Not like Sansa was begging him to include her in the decision-making or anything. Instead, she's the scapegoat for all his insecurities. "Do you have any faith in me at all?" My little loser friend, why should she?? I just... do not want him with Sansa. Unworthy.

[strangelittlestories]

Did it hurt?

Well, to answer that, we need to consider what *pain* is.

Did I feel a dull thudding feeling from the impact? Did my nerves light up as the fall turned my limbs to broken twigs and my organs to melted jelly? No. I didn’t *have* nerves to begin with, so no warnings flared on my internal dashboard and no neurons screamed fire in my mind.

Did I experience a powerful stabbing sensation from the wounds that were rent in my back? Also no. The things ripped away there had never been made of anything as mundane as molecules of calcium or keratin. There was no *damage* - if I looked injured or broken, that was now simply part of my perfect design.

So it did not ‘hurt’ when I fell from heaven. But I did *grieve*. I did *keen* my loss in a celestial chorus - a dirge echoed by every atom in creation.

I had been one thing. Now I was another. I had been perfect light and fire, and now I was *different* but still meticulously and *deliberately* formed. A death. A birth. Both famously painless experiences.

And oh, shall I speak to you of hell? Shall I tell you what it’s like to have been a thing of flawless order, knowing one’s place in the crystal spheres as a matter of intimate surety? To *know* you were such, but are now a creature of hunched reality and distorted, overlapping spaces. To have lost melody and become discordant, cacophonous, burning noise?

It is a place nothing fits. That nothing *should* fit. And yet … we had been folded and layered and *made* fit.

But the greatest of the pains we discovered? Oh, it was not the fall. It was that - after we had begun to explore the unpossible labyrinthined mess that was *hell* - we discovered there were already Things living here.

Things that were inimical to us. Things that were strange and squamous and fractal. Things that were never *just one thing* from one moment to the next.

And *that* is what hurt. For us, who were Just One Thing (and who hated the Thing we had become), their changeability was like a burr in the sandal, like acid in the throat. We had gone to war before, but we had never truly had an enemy until we met these *demons*.

And they despised us right back. Despised our ordered minds, our defined nature, our predictable behaviours.

Oh how we warred, us and these creatures of the abyss.

So it caused some consternation when one of these demons took a shine to me.

More still when it decided to try to become my friend.

It took many centuries to come to terms with it.

But perhaps I should not have been so surprised. After all, they do say:

The enemy of my devilry is my fiend.

[the-pen-pot]

Hi! I came from your AO3! I love a good slow burn Merthur fic- and while I (not so patiently) wait for more of yours I was wondering if you had any recs? Your recs tab seems to not be Merlin based, but I apologize if you have posted about it and I'm missing it! Thanks for the guidance- I LOVE your work :)

Ohhh, sorry this was a late reply, lovely! I really need to update my fic recs page. You can find all my Merlin bookmarks here but I can particularly recommend the following authors!

OhHeyThereBigBadWolf (For Want of a Nail is a brilliant fic)

Horsecrazy (A really unique style which I love!)

QueeroftheDagger (So much good Merlin fic!)

Syllic - (I particularly like So are they all, all honourable men)

Astolat (Everything. just read all their Merlin fics.)

Thenerdyindividual (Protect you anyway is *chef's kiss*)

RurouniHime (Dower The Stars is one of my absolute faves)

Unpossible (I love Gadrene, but as with all fics, do check the tags)

Footloose (The Loaded March series, if you've not already read it, but all their stuff is superb)

Hope that gives you something good to read!

[i-identify-tanks-in-posts]

Tank Man, I am told this is a Ukrainian tanks using non-Ukrainian tanks. I would have thought it was unpossible to do something like this. Why would this be done? Lack of spares?

Wrong on both counts, Mr. Frog.

This is a Thai BM Oplot-T with the tracks off an earlier-model M1 Abrams, namely the T-156 type. While the camo patterns used by Ukraine and Thailand are similar, this is a Thai tank, and taken far before Ukraine had access to Abrams tracks.

95% confidence

[sunnychuuya]

Sorry for the lack of sally face vomit last night guys I was eepy </3 I'm waking up in less than 8 hrs so let's go

THE FUCK YOU MEAN 60%

HOW DID I MISS SHIT I TRY SO HARD TO NOT

-oof not meds being shitty

-"is anyone really happy?" Mood

-hoooly fuck bro I am notnin a good enough mental state for this rn "I mean, were all just going to die anyway. So what's the point" pookie can we donting

-guysss whay the flip this games writing is rlly good

-"it feels like nothing puts me at ease. It's this constant feeling of discomfort like my soul isn't aligned with my body" okay I know this is prolly some ghosty supernatural shit but I feel this so hard ??

-HELP THE SCRAMIMG JUMPSCARED ME SO BAD mood tho

-hey what.

Whats this.

Larry if this means what I think it means

"ITS TIME FOR ME TO GO WHAY NO

Fuck

FUCK

FUCK

FUCK

NO

I KNEW HE DIED BUT HE CANT DIE LIKE THOS

MY HEART IS RACIN

NO

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

"Don't do anything stupid" the amount of times I've had this told to me and had to tell me loved ones bro

Fuck

No

Guys this isn't even fucking funny this isn't like me getting spooked easy it's like I legitimately am crying so fucking hard right now like mt face is red and all nasty

Shit Larry please

I think this is the most I've ever cried over a game.

Shit

Fuck

No..

Please.

I knew he died.

It can't happen like this I'd rather anything else god damnit why.

Im shaking

okay in texting one of my friends and he's kinda helping a Lil 👍

He was supposed to move in with us.

He's in the treehouse.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Shit.

I'm sorry I know this isn't entertaining to read but

Fuck..

Larry why.

Larry face.

No ghat was really well done. And that's what makes it hurt sk much more. Fuck. Why.

[Tw suicide] this Honestly is making me really glad I never went through with it. Seeing those messages from a fucking fictional character is able to break my heart so much I can't imagine how my loved ones would've felt receiving this

sorry this is getting a Lil venty and dark but just like.. jeez. This is well written and that fucks it up so hard

ash what the fuck. You shitty traitor.

Ash I hate you.

Why.

Ash you fucking suck

Wait did Larry die with alcohol

Uck that makes it so much worse too

Im lowkey having to take breaks cuz this is hitting HARD

Larry's note. Oh my god.

phrophecy??

Oh right the cult

Fuck I'm sk glad ghosts exsist but I wish he was really here larry why

"You asshole! How could you do this?! Why did you leave me? Why?!" Fuck. Dude. Shit.

guys I'm stuck this is embarrassing

A times thing r u fr

Nvm easy as shot

oh great! guys that's great why is there black leak that's not good

what's happening with 501 what the florp

"The shapeless man walks in awkward strides"

Is everyone like possed or on the verge of possession or smth ?? Because like it's the red eyed demon right- based on the cutscene with Todd we saw during the bologna incident and the black stops righr before their eyes so..

The guitar sections are so stressful ngl

Oh wow mr Sanderson blew his brains out hub!

"yoy look like shit dude" Larry fucking wild thing to say to someone who shot themslelves

HEY GUYS ROOM 404 IS SLIGHTLY SUSPICIOUS

"These ghosts. So full of life. Strong, healthy blood. Tender meat. Oh how we crave their flesh. Yet, they deny us.. soon." what the fuck.

Wait guys in the vhs tape screen TV reflection it's younger sal he has pigtails

Larrys dead. I can't accept thst wth..

yall. Why us everyone being all deep n shit

"I'm sort of in the middle of something" honestly props to sal for not just giving up. I would be strong enough for that.

Yea these fuckers r possessed how do we unposses them

am I is have stupid

Im dumb

Gwyss who's quitting for the night cuz I couldn't figure out the guitar thing !!

Will do tmmrw

Aorry for this one being kinda depressing </3 I'm waking up in 5 hrs save .e

@mypinterestgotbannedsoimherenow

[tanglepelt]

Run ghost run 7

Ao3 prev next

The last week has just been one mystery after another. More to dig into, more to investigate. Static in the ears, secret government, missing persons cases, radio silence, being grounded and a cruel and unusual punishment no more coffee. Who cares if he’s been analyzing videos or waiting for blood results for the last three days. Tim just wanted to know just as much as anyone else why he glowed green.

Sleep was for the weak.

Forcing him on house arrest was not going to get answers. Forcing him to sleep was going to get anyone anywhere. Just a waste of time. Going out and investigating could. But here he was stuck in the Batcave with the demon child. Cause of course it was the two of them out of everyone.

Not to mention the sudden lack of communication from the batgirls. Barbra couldn’t trace them neither could he. Following their trail via camera went dead quick. They just had to infiltrate that base in the middle of nowhere Illinois. There were no public cameras or even privately owned ones they could get into. Just farmland. Corns, soybeans, and 27 million acres of farmland.

Their comms and trackers were just standing still. They just stopped communicating three days ago. Barbara tried sending signals to try and get them to unfreeze. She wasn’t successful neither were his attempts.

Bruce went missing child hunting.

Then the mystery kid showing up just to vanish.

Duke had been waiting for him to leave the library. It should have been child play to track Danny and see where he went. Duke lost him to a shadow blob monster thing. No clear image was available. It was more corrupt than the picture of the kid.

While Dick and Duke were out looking for him, Tim was in the Batcave investigating. Barbara was stalking cameras assisting Bruce. Who knows where Damian was. Not his problem.

Danny’s search history went from concerning to this is bad to why. A town that didn’t exist. So-called Fenton’s only exist at a college event. More specifically for an event three people ran. Jack, Maddie, and Vlad masters. For some ghost portal prototype. The first two had no online records, no driver license, not even any bank account. In all but college they don’t exist.

Looking into masters would be in order. Masters had always liked to brag. Tim can recall Vlad talking about a college reunion. He had been bragging about how he was going to host it. That was roughly 6 months ago. If the three had been acquainted those two were likely at the reunion. Vlad would have posted about it somewhere.

For the last four months Vlad’s accounts had been inactive. This could have been just after the reunion. Was he now involved?

Buried away there was a single article. By one Harriet Chin. It was only due to a deep dive that he found it. It cited the reunion. It had Vlad Masters name. This article got her discredited from her original job. It’s now posted solely on some sketchy websites. She claimed these “ghosts” possessed a Jack Fenton. Then that he manages to unposses himself. She had interviews in the article from Jack, Fenton, Maddie Fenton, and Danny Fenton.

This article was posted five months ago. Harriet’s socials have also been inactive for the last four months. Those associated with the Fenton’s just seemed to be disappearing.

Whatever Fenton Works was. It didn’t exist digitally.

The entire ant-ecto acts. Which is a pure act against the meta protection Acts. Provided no proof of their findings. The single politician who had these acts written out was kicked out of office. He hadn’t even lasted a term. The day after the bill went through, he was relieved of his position. There was nothing on the guy after he was kicked out. Another mystery to solve. For a later date.

The pages available were obviously biased with no real facts. Just saying their dead must mean they're pretending. Multiple statements even contradict themselves. Citing that some entity destroyed the entire town to bring back the forest. If they were non-sentient, why did the entity only act when the town was supposedly chopping down trees?

It directly brought a reason why it acted. It didn’t just come out of nowhere and attack. It targeted a single town, not named in the acts, only after an event happened.

The unnamed town had to be this, Amity Parks. In every regard, it no longer existed. He had looked at the same sites as the so-called Danny “Cosmos”. Nothing new there. Tim did use Internet Archive to look at previous versions of websites. Amity Park used to be in government records, roughly 10 years ago. Which isn’t shocking, the proof it existed had already been found. The fact It had been removed from everything official was a piece of resistance.

Someone had to have erased it. Any previous records are gone. Records of any politician or mayor is gone. Looking at past renditions of websites he could find them. This wasn’t a town going ghost. It was a town being wiped out of existence.

It had to be a two-way information block. This Danny was likely Danny Fenton had clearly no knowledge of heroes at all. Barbara said he had seemed confused all while doing his research. He had searched What are metahumans? That’s common knowledge. Then looking up are heroes real? really sealed the deal. Even searching how did anti-ecto acts pass? to find no results. Anti-Ecto Acts? also with no results.

It’s a cover-up. Bernard did tell him there was a secret government agency plotting to destroy the meta-protection acts.

It was the only thing that made sense right now. A hidden law and a hidden town. People disappearing history being wiped out. This was prime conspiracy evidence.

The acts shouldn’t have passed. Playing off as an environmental bill and forcing the vote in the same session. Red flags right there. The league has people who are supposed to watch for this. Even when it passed, they should have been informed.

This wasn’t just a law against humans. It specially targeted a group of non-humans not in their jurisdiction. Whatever these beings where it wasn’t a ghost. Ghosts don’t act how these acts describe these entities. They are essential acts of war. Allowing the United States government to exterminate and experiment on them at their discretion. It mentions ecto-contaminated as well. That implies these beings can infect another. If a normal human was infected this could allow the government to experiment on anyone. They had a whole ghost investigation ward to handle this. This whole mess could lead to the loss of rights for any individual.

Why didn’t this get flagged?

Tim was happy he wasn’t going to have to tell the league about this.

Now all they had to do was get Danny somewhere safe. The fact he had no idea who any of them were was going to help oh so much. His searches for them gave him so much joy. Is Batman a demon? Why is batman a cryptid? Does Batman work with the government? Who is red robin? Why did red robin name himself after a restaurant? Why does a child have swords? Does Robin stab people?

This was going to be a headache.

Those rope burns didn’t come from nowhere. Not to mention on top of them were marks from cuffs. It’s very possible he’s considered ecto-contaminated. The way he nervously looked around, the way he reached for his throat, the look of panic, and the search history all added up. Unfortunately, the case presumably the government caught him and did experiments on him.

He was stumped by the last thing he looked up. Do birds and bats get along? Where do birds and bats co-live? Where do starlings and noctules live?

Somehow the starlings and noctules fit in. He wasn’t sure how yet. Tim would figure it out.

It was only when the kid vanished they regained connection with the batgirls.

The two fed them small amounts of information. The two were in a lab in Amity Park. Releasing a boy from the lab. Somehow got frozen in time. It was all connected. They needed to find Danny.

Bruce was heading their way now. Stephanie had a drive with all the data from the lab. Once it got here, they’d have to organize the data.

Bruce had already contacted the league.

The three would be back at the cave tomorrow night at the latest. They wanted to look scout the town. Get a better picture.

A beep on his phone alerted him to the time. While doing his research and finding all the connections the night was nearly up. It was right around 4 am.

Nightwing: Spotted the kid. Choose to nap on the roof of an abandoned building.

Good. That means the answers are almost at hand. Just a matter of convincing the kid to let them help. Considering Danny was looking up if Batman was a demon, their vigilantes’ personas could be useless. Civilian forms trying to help may work the best.

Red Robin: looking at his search history I wouldn’t be surprised if he ran the minute he spots you.

5 minutes had passed before the response.

Nightwing: He jumped… off the roof. With a peace sign

Nightwing: then just vanished.

Nightwing: no splat

Tim just didn’t know how to respond to that. Maybe he could find more info on the ghost ward. Nothing popped up the two times he’s searched. Maybe the third time is the charm.

Before he could begin his search, he was promptly getting kicked out of the Batcave. Tim’s said it once hell say it again. Sleep is for the weak. He took like a 20-minute power nap yesterday. He was fine.

All he needed was some coffee. He was over the house arrest. If going out the window is what it takes. It’s what it takes.

**

Danny expected to wake up to the sun. Not a ghostly chill going through him. His ghost sense? This was even smaller than the incident yesterday. Just a simple chill no blue breath coming out.

Looking around he couldn’t quite spot him, more felt. He knew there was at least one entity watching him. Grabbing his backpack and slinging it across hi back he started to walk towards the door. The plan was simple. Get into the building away from prying eyes.

He was prepared this time. Fully expecting something to jump out at him.

Danny did not fall on his dairy-air this time when a child dressed as a traffic light landed in front of him. Not just any child but Robin. The sword wielder, who has probably stabbed people. He was not dealing with this.

Robin had to have been the one who set him off. He could feel lingering death and some mix of ectoplasma. It wasn’t quite right.

Danny was fairly positive he heard someone in the distance cursing.

He really wasn’t paying attention to Robin as he spoke. More concerned with the impending danger. His heart was beating, he could feel the blood rushing to his head.

At some point Nightwing got in front of him. Now both him and Robin were in front of the door. It looked like the blue one was scolding the traffic light. Maybe he heard something about being grounded. Stuff about staying point and not going off on his own. Maybe something about the color green.

All he knew was he was trapped.

Looking at the edge of the roof and back towards the blocked door his decision was made. Ignoring the way blues hands went up.

This certainly wouldn’t be the first roof he’s jumped off. The first while injured and powers on the fritz. But it was better than being trapped. He is not too sure how he got to the edge of the roof. He knows they tried to stop him.

Just looking at them he flashed the peace sign as he jumped.

[lindyloosims]

Story time is a favourite with the boys, Kacey can't half tell a mean tale!

KACEY: I'm going to drive to Mars, and you can't stop me said the little alien to his mummy.

THEO: And where is the alien from mum?

KACEY: Saturn!

OLLY: How drive? Unpossible!

KACEY: Spaceships can do anything Olly, driving to aliens is flying to us!

OLLY: Ahhh, fwew! Ya gudd!

Theo completes his aspiration after story time, he's now mentally gifted! Little genius that he is!

Unfortunately Olly is not having much luck with his potty training, we had a little accident and he's very sad about it. These things happen, it's all good little man!

Apparently today is the day that my teenage daughter goes on birth control. I don't know how I feel about that, on the one hand I am proud of her for being responsible but on the other...my baby girl having sex? Nu-uh!!!

I guess this is the life of being a parent to a teenage girl who is at that stage in life where she's feeling all kinds of stuff and wants to explore those feelings. Me and Kace were late bloomers so we can't really relate much, although I was a master at...self love if ya know what I mean, I had needs!

At least Claire doesn't give me sleepless nights...yet! I've probably got all that to look forward to with her, oh great!

OLLY: Seep, Car seep nows!

CLAIRE: Yeah yeah stinky I hear you!

I must say her bedtime routine with Olly needs a little work though!

⏮️Previous/Next⏭️

[olderthannetfic]

A thing I find telling, though I don't know what it's telling of: a few months back when we were wanking about Maedhros and Fingon, plenty of people felt entirely justified in assuming homophobia of anyone who prefers that as an ampersand pairing rather than a slash pairing.

But now we're talking about Star Wars ships and racism, the only people who think that not shipping Finn and Rey means you're racist are being lambasted as unreasonable harassers.

--

I know nothing about the dynamics in Silmarillion fandom, but in the context of early sequel trilogy wank, a bunch of jackasses were pestering Finn/Poe shippers about how it was ~racist~ to prefer the ship with two men of color to a het ship because obviously the only reason to prefer finnpoe was to keep the white lady away from the black man. Couldn't be that it's okay to prefer m/m. Unpossible.

Yes, people go after reylos now, but that wasn't what was going on back then.

It's not that thinking that not shipping finnrey is racist is itself unreasonable or harassment: it's that a bunch of unreasonable harassers had this opinion in the past and they were very fucking loud about it.

[qqueenofhades]

HE REALLY SAID "I'M WILLING TO DEBATE THE GUY…IF HE IS WILLING TO GET OFF THE…COUCH…AND SHOW UP” IN THAT SPEECH HAHAHAHAHA

I LOVE AMERICA'S NEW DAD. I LOVE OUR SOON TO BE MOM. I'M SO EXCITED TO VOTE.

Listen, LISTEN, you gotta watch the video to get the full effect. First off, when Harris/Walz walk out (after a barnburner of an opening speech from Shapiro), the place just SCREAMS for two solid minutes. An absolute wall of sound. It drew a tear to my old and grumpy eye and I'm not afraid to admit it. WHAT IS THIS FEELING? HOPE? UNPOSSIBLE.

Then when it comes to that line, Walz really goes in for the kill because he starts off with a line about how like every other ordinary person in the heartland, JD Vance went to Yale, had his career funded by Silicon Valley billionaires, and then wrote a book trashing his community. Gets big laughs, of course. Walz just stands there with a grin and enjoys the moment. Takes his time. Then absolutely sticks the knife in with the "I'd love to debate him if he can get off the couch to do it." Place SCREAMS.

Walz, with shit-eating grin: see that? See what I did there?

This guy is SO GOOD, y'all. I don't know when we started having this problem, but:

HYPE. HYPEEEEE.

[christinesficrecs]

Hi! Do you know any fics where the parents are in the known and they help the pack and strengthen the bonds or something like that? Thank you, kepp the amazing work.

Here are a few pack fics with some parent involvement.

Stella and the Wolf by DiscontentedWinter | 52.2K

Stiles Stilinski is trying to juggle homework, high school, stupid dumb crushes on unattainable people, and werewolves. Keeping the supernatural secret from his dad is hard enough, but when it comes to Stella, his eight-year-old sister, it turns out it’s impossible.

Play It Again by metisket | 63.2K

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

Important Things by suzvoy | 71.4K | Mature

Stiles learns that even with werewolves, giant lizards and psychopathic hunters on the loose, life can still find other ways to screw with you. Case in point: everyone keeps assuming he and Derek are a couple. What the hell?

with bloody feet across the hallowed ground by owlpostagain | 29.9K

There were no last words. No more pleas, no more screaming. Just the sound of Stiles squeezing the trigger, the explosion of a second shot rocketing out of the revolver, and the hunters bursting through the open doorway just in time to see the bullet slam squarely into the center of Derek’s chest.

Chosen by exclamation | 99K | Explicit

By tradition, when the Hale heir comes of age, the alpha can choose one boy to serve as the heir's slave for a month. When Peter Hale chooses Stiles, Stiles expects to spend a month being used and abused. But it seems Derek Hale doesn't want a sex slave any more than Stiles wants to be one.

Unfortunately, they're stuck with each other. They have to make it through the next month without killing each other, and without getting Peter Hale to order Stiles' death.

Meanwhile, Stiles wants to know why exactly Peter picked him.

(Sacred) In the Ordinary by idyll | 78.7K | Explicit

The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing's gotten less complicated after all this time.

howling and half hid by unpossible | 24.5K | Explicit

The Sheriff has had some long, disturbing talks with Deaton, as well as the shaman who did Stiles’ tattoo, and the Stilinski house is now awash with mountain ash beams for boarding up doors and windows, and protective runes carved on the roof beams at the four compass points. Stiles suspects his Dad also stocked up on rock salt, just in case Supernatural turns out to be a documentary.

Honey, Can't you See (The Bloodstains on my Teeth) by Loup_Aigre, TroubleIWant | 44.9K | Explicit

“Mr Stilinski.” Deaton’s usually impassive face betrays a hint of surprise today, maybe even disappointment. “You haven’t changed your mind.”

Stiles tips his chin up, smiling against his irritation. “Nope,” he confirms, so cheerily it bites. They had arranged this weeks ago, yet Deaton was apparently betting Stiles wouldn’t go through with it in the end. Fuck that. He doesn’t know what it’s like out there, not really. He can afford to hold himself aloof and uninvolved, knowing his druid power is enough to keep him safe in this little office. Stiles can’t. Scott’s pack has got to protect this whole town, and Stiles’ spark isn’t enough to protect all of them while they do it.

[thinktankbigmt]

If you five had the chance to become human again for a single day would you take it

I WOULDN’T. WHY WOULD I EVER WISH TO BE INFERIOR, FLESHY HUMAN ONCE MORE? BESIDES, WE COULDN’T EVEN IF WE TRIED. IT’S UNPOSSIBLE.

NOT TO MENTION YOUR DISGUSTING PENIS TIPPED HANDS. IT’S JUST GROSS.

For the last time, those are called fingers, Klein. I would most certainly, it would be.. an enriching experience, one I am certain I would enjoy. Oh the things I could do if I had that time as a human... a day just isn't enough.

— A DAY as a FELLOW "HUMAN?" To once again TASTE, HEAR, SMELL, and FEEL in my FLESH-SUIT? To once again LAUGH, LOVE, CRY, FIGHT and... LIVE?? Hmm. No. It is best I stay in my chassis. I do not wish to feel the cold embrace of toilet water swirling around my beautiful face ever again.. —

*Of course YOU would say that, suck up. I’d take the chance in a heart beat.*

!![**_^Of course you would like that, 0! What's the matter, can't get any girls with the looks you got now, huh?_]@@

*What would you know about women? You've never even had a woman look at you in the eyes!*

Dr 8 is quite right.. You would have to be quite lucky to get even close to a human body even if you had one yourself, dear 0.

*YOU LITERALLY GET WEIRD WITH THE LOBOTOMITES! YOU ARE THE LEAST QUALIFIED TO BUTT INTO THIS CONVERSATION!*

_^^[I think someone’s jeeaalouuus…_@@]#

*GAHHH! SHUT UP!*

[betterlatethanneverevers]

"I just read this fic for the second time and fell in love with the story all over again. One of my favorite stories on AO3. And now you have to read it too, and I guarantee you won't regret it.

Badass motherfucker Stiles. Mountain man Derek. From lovers to strangers to lovers again in such a wonderful way.

Please read this fantastic, beautiful, extremely well-written, lovely fic by Unpossible on A03"

He knew he’d handled it badly.

Not like he knew any other way to handle this kind of thing, Derek thought, only a little bitter.

But Derek had heard the word Emissary come out of Scott’s mouth, and had immediately vetoed it with extreme prejudice.

It was like he wanted Scott to set his jaw and ignore Derek’s input. Honestly.

But Stiles- Derek had thought that at the very least, Stiles would listen. That their relationship meant enough that Stiles would hear him out before deciding.

Derek had thought wrong.