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[sharkcatshark]

oh this is hell actually

[van-yangyin]

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[intothedysphoria]

Steve was meant to be working on his confidence. Billy wasn’t helping.

Autistic skill regression had hit him pretty hard after he broke up with Nancy and what had used to be Steve just being a usual dumb jock with a social life landed him slap bang into special ed. Because he’d traded in a stealth hate watching Kalvin Garrah life of parties, hookups where he never really took his clothes off and being King Steve, to not even being able to leave his house and struggling to talk.

Billy was meant to be a social coach, whatever that meant and get him back on his feet so that he’d actually be able to go to college without having a mental breakdown. What Billy was actually doing was making Steve freak the fuck out.

He was remarkably academic, a straight A student who mouthed off just enough teachers to stay popular while helping his single mom with his younger brother Max. He was hot, fit, creative and Steve had to use an aac device to ask for a glass of water.

Even Robin liked him and Robin hated pretty much everyone. That just rubbed salt into the wound of high school hiring a friend for him.

At first, he resisted it as much as humanly possible. Every opportunity he got, Steve would give Billy the slip and crawl back into the janitors closet with his notepad and sketchbook. Then get a lecture from his parents and the principal about it being for his own good. He couldn’t just refuse to talk to people forever.

Steve decided to take that as a personal challenge.

Billy took it all in his stride of course. That was the bit that pissed off Steve the most. He could be the most bitchy King Steve diva and the guy wouldn’t even be phased. Nobody was allowed to be that perfect.

Then Steve found out about Neil. The puzzle pieces started to slot together a little easier after that.

He decided to go a little easier on Billy. Begrudgingly, they got through the worksheet about appropriate responses to the word hello (patronising drawings included) and made it onto the shopping scenario. Billy decided to take a smoke break after that.

They both smoked in silence for five minutes. It was a nice change of pace and god did Billy look hot while smoking. Steve kept that thought to himself.

He got invited to Billy’s house that night. His younger brother opened the door, rolled his eyes and yelled like a banshee until Billy came skidding across the hall, hair still wet from a shower. Probably had a date afterwards as a treat for hanging out with someone as dumb as Steve.

The hangout was mostly sitting on Billy’s bed, laughing at truly horrendous archived Instagram posts until dinner. Billy had actually made him dinner. Mac and cheese.

Steves favourite.

Things were different when Steve came back to school on the Monday. There was an invitation to sit at Billy’s table at lunch, with the cool kids. Steves old friends. He took it.

Steve had really missed Carol. She was great and seemed genuinely excited to have Steve back. Even if he’d gone nonverbal again so couldn’t really talk to her properly.

Billy was absolutely jubilant. Of course it was probably just because he wouldn’t have to be saddled with Steve for much longer, but Steve chose to believe it was because he genuinely wanted Steve to be happy.

The crush had also become rapidly apparent, much to Steve’s dismay. Billy wasn’t doing much good for the matter considering how touchy feely he’d started being. It started out with just shoulder squeezes and a friendly arm across Steve’s shoulder but then they started cuddling. Billy kissing Steve’s cheek. In school. So Steve started doing it back because he certainly wasn’t complaining and hell maybe this was how straight guys acted nowadays.

It was very confusing and looking up why is my friend kissing me just led him to a porn site. But asking why it was happening might have made it stop so Steve just didn’t.

Then Billy asked him to the prom. That was even more confusing.

So Steve did the intelligent thing and asked “like, as bros right?”

Billy appeared to be doing his best impression of a startled horse at that question so Steve made the guess that he may have committed some sort of social faux pas.

Then he very patiently explained that they’d been dating since the day of homemade mac and cheese. That put a lot of things in perspective.

Steve said yes. Billy cried.

Then Steve discovered that a gay makeout beat a “he’s just straight and this is what straight guys do now” makeout by a mile.

This fic is a gift for @dragonflylady77 who is amazing and deserves the world (for any allistics reading unfortunately school assigning you a friend if you’re autistic is a very real experience 💀)

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[hamlindigo-blue444]

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Howard's Car Headcanons – The Jaguar and the Man Behind the Wheel

Howard’s Jaguar wasn’t just a car—it was an extension of himself. Sleek, elegant, and impeccably maintained, the black Jaguar XJ spoke to Howard’s appreciation for the finer things in life. He had purchased it after securing his partnership at HHM, a reward to himself for all the long hours and sacrifices he’d made. The car was a statement: sophisticated, polished, and with just enough power under the hood to make it exciting.

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Why the Jaguar?

The Jaguar XJ had always appealed to Howard for its combination of luxury and performance. It wasn’t as ostentatious as a Ferrari or as ubiquitous as a Mercedes; the Jaguar had a certain understated class to it, something Howard deeply resonated with. He liked the way it handled—smooth, with a bit of bite when he pressed down on the accelerator. It was a car that reflected his personality: refined and composed on the surface, but with an underlying intensity that could surprise you.

The sleek black exterior was always kept immaculate, gleaming as if it had just rolled off the showroom floor. Howard was fastidious about cleanliness, and his car was no exception. He often took it for a detailing session on weekends, ensuring that the leather interior remained pristine and the wood paneling gleamed under the sun.

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Inside the Car – The Details

Inside the Jaguar, everything was organized down to the last detail, much like Howard’s life. The leather seats were always conditioned, the smell of polished wood and a faint trace of cologne lingered in the air. In the glove compartment, you’d find a few essentials—his designer sunglasses in a leather case, an extra set of cufflinks (just in case), a pristine leather-bound notepad, and a Montblanc pen. There was a sleek umbrella neatly tucked into the backseat pocket, though rarely used, and a copy of the latest issue of *The Economist* or *Forbes* in the door pocket, ready to flip through during any downtime.

In the trunk, there was a small emergency kit, but nothing excessive. Howard liked to be prepared, but he didn’t clutter his space. There was also a neatly packed gym bag, complete with a change of clothes, because despite his busy schedule, Howard tried to fit in workouts whenever he could—be it tennis, golf, or a quick run at the country club.

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Music – The Soundtrack of Howard's Drives

Music was a particular pleasure for Howard, but like everything else in his life, it was carefully curated. When he drove, especially on longer stretches of road, he gravitated toward jazz—something about the smooth saxophones and rhythmic piano made him feel at ease, particularly after a stressful day at the firm. Artists like Miles Davis, John Coltrane, and Stan Getz were frequent staples on his playlist.

On other days, especially after closing a major deal or winning a big case, Howard liked to indulge in a bit of Frank Sinatra or Tony Bennett. There was something about those classic crooners that resonated with him—the effortless class, the confidence. "Fly Me to the Moon" and "The Best Is Yet to Come" were often blaring through the speakers as he zipped through Albuquerque, the volume turned up just enough for him to lose himself in the music but not so loud as to draw attention.

The car’s sound system was state-of-the-art, of course, installed shortly after he bought the Jaguar. Howard appreciated good sound quality, and nothing less than perfection would do. He liked his music crisp, with deep bass notes and clear highs, enveloping him in the rich tones of whatever was playing.

On rare occasions, if Howard was in a particularly nostalgic mood, he would play some old rock—The Rolling Stones or Fleetwood Mac. He wouldn’t admit it often, but there was a side of him that still appreciated the rebellious spirit of rock music, though it wasn’t something he indulged in regularly. These tracks reminded him of his younger days, before the pressures of being a partner at HHM, when life was a little looser, a little less defined by expectation.

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The Way He Drives

Howard’s driving style was much like his demeanor: smooth, controlled, and deliberate. He wasn’t one for speeding—unless the road stretched out ahead of him, empty and inviting, and then he might push the accelerator just a little harder, feeling the power of the car beneath him. But even then, there was precision to the way he handled the wheel, never reckless, always in control.

Driving was a way for Howard to decompress. When the firm’s pressure weighed heavily on him or the complicated dynamics with Jimmy and Chuck got too much, a drive through the open roads surrounding Albuquerque provided the perfect escape. He rarely took calls during these drives, preferring to disconnect and let the motion of the road clear his head.

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Other Details – The Little Things

Howard’s attention to detail extended to the smaller aspects of the car, too. The air freshener was a subtle, woodsy scent—not overpowering but enough to give the interior a fresh, inviting atmosphere. He always had a bottle of mineral water tucked into the cup holder, usually untouched but there for whenever he needed it.

The GPS was programmed with his most frequent destinations—HHM, the country club, and Emilia’s place—but he knew most routes by heart. He liked to think that navigating Albuquerque’s streets was second nature to him, a reflection of the many years he’d spent mastering the legal landscape of the city.

Even the radio presets were methodically chosen—jazz stations, talk radio, and a classical station he enjoyed on particularly slow days when he needed to center himself before a big meeting.

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Howard’s Jaguar was more than just a vehicle—it was a sanctuary, a reflection of his tastes, his precision, and the man he wanted the world to see. And, in those rare, quiet moments when it was just him and the open road, it became a space where he could let go of the expectations and pressures, if only for a little while.

[elliesslvt]

mornings with him I eren yeager

ꕤ hey! this is my first fanfic, so if you have any critiques don’t be shy! i’ve had this in my notes for a while and decided to edit it and finally post it. i hope you guys like it!

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song: earth by mac miller & future & give you the world by steve lacey

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when you woke up, eren wasn’t lying next to you. you were still sore from yesterday’s events so you made your way slowly to his bathroom to brush your teeth and take a shower. due to you spending a lot of time at his place, he always had your daily self care things in his apartment. you grabbed your dr.bronners peppermint body wash and lathered it into your african net, then went in with your methods body wash. after you dried off, you put on your eos vanilla cashmere lotion and finished it off with shea butter to seal in the moisture. you stole a pair of his boxers and hoodie from his closet, then quickly put your knotless braids into a ponytail.

“baby where are you?,” you called out as you walked out of his room. “im in the kitchen baby”, eren responded. when you turned the corner, eren was standing there with his damp midlength hair hanging freely; he was shirtless, dressed in gray sweatpants, and he looked good. you could tell he was cooking french toast from the aroma in the air.

“why’d you leave while i was sleeping, loser?”, you commented as you reached your arm to flick his forehead. eren gently pushed you and asked, "to make food, food or cuddles, which one is it?"  “hmph” you said as you turned to sit at the island in the kitchen. “you smell good” eren said as he flipped the french toast over in the pan. 

“thank you and i never said thank you for buying all the stuff i use and keeping it at your place for when i stay over”

“that’s what boyfriends are for baby”

“is your back okay?”, you asked. “oh now you’re worried about my back” he said as he laughed softly. last night when eren was fucking you with you with your ankles on his shoulders, you scratched his back a lot. he was hitting your spots and you needed something to cling onto and his back was your victim. in the moment you didn’t care  about how much your acrylics were scratching his back, all you were focused on were the lewd comments he was whispering in your ear as you came around his dick.

 “shut up i’ll look at it after we eat, okay” you commented. “yes captain”, he said.

“you’re so fucking corny”,  you commented laughing.

eren finished preparing the food then placed a plate before you and beside you. his tall figure moved to take a seat beside you next to you on the island. he grabbed you’re face gently by your jaw to kiss you slowly as he pulled away smiling admiring your beauty.

“what was that for” you said as you pulled away from the kiss. “nothing you’re just beautiful baby, let’s eat though” he said as he poured syrup onto his french toast. 

you were so lucky to find a guy like eren. you thought your best friend sasha was joking when she told you he had a huge crush on you. you seen him in your calculus class many times throughout the semester and always thought he was cute but were too scared to approach him. one day as you were pulling out your ipad and notepad from your fjallraven school bag you noticed his tall figure.

“is it okay if i sit here?”

“um yeah it’s fine”, you said as you tried your best to keep your composure.

he smelled of laundry detergent and blue de chanel and it was really hard to focus on what your professor was saying.

you thanked the heavens that you actually put an effort into what you wore to class. your braids were pulled into a high ponytail that accentuated your features. you wore a grandpa sweater you thrifted with mom jeans and your boston birkenstocks with the fluffiest socks. 

when you sneaked a peek at eren, he was concentrating on what the professor was saying, his apple pencil in hand, scribbling on his ipad. his long hair was tied back in a bun, and he wore black frames which rested on his nose bridge. he was cute, and you knew millions of other girls on campus were fawning over him.

as you packed your belongings to leave because class was over, eren tapped your shoulder to get your attention. you looked over at him and asked, “do you need something” in a soft tone.

“uh no, but i think you’re beautiful, and i really want to get to know you. if you don’t mind, i want to take you out on a date whenever you’re free” he said shyly.

you smiled at him, making your chin dimples appear. “i’d love to here’s my number and text me,” you said as you wrote your number on a piece of paper. 

the rest was history; he continuously took you out on dates and made time for you with his busy school schedule. eren was patient with you even when you tried to push him away, which no boy ever did, and that’s why you loved him. 

you were pulled from your thoughts as eren handed you a rinsed fork so you could eat your food.

“this looks good baby” you said smiling down at your food.

“only the best for the best girl” he said smiling down at you.

you used your hand to shove his face away while laughing.

after you guys ate, you both sat on the couch to watch a movie.“you’ve got to stop stealing my clothes, y/n” he said, taking a look at what you were wearing. “it’s not my fault they're comfortable, and you know you love it when i wear your clothes,"  you said, smiling at him.

you found yourself drifting off to sleep on eren's chest as tangled continued to play in the background. spring semester kicked your ass and you were glad it was finally over so you could sleep more, travel with your friends, and hang out with your boyfriend. you knew eren was already sleeping by the way his chest was slowly rising and falling beneath you. you finally decided to shut your eyes and enjoy your nap with your boyfriend.

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[matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl]

Woman taken by the wind - Roger Taylor x Fem!reader

Summary: You've taken a liking to a new band and your boyfriend cant help but tease you about your recent infatuation. 

Warnings: no swearing, implied sex, mention of oral sex, minor stress, mainly just fluff

Word count: 1.6k

     Alone in your apartment, you skip over to the turntable set up in the living room and turn up the volume to fifteen. The recently released sound of ‘Rhiannon’ by Fleetwood Mac blared through your flat. You weren't a fan of the earlier stuff from the band, but with the newest addition of Stevie Nicks and Lindsay Buckingham to the group really brought a new interesting vocal and guitar sound, you couldn’t get enough of it. You heard the track that was playing from the speakers on the radio, and you demanded that Roger pull over the car so you could go get a copy of the album. 

     Your boyfriend, Roger, wasn't as much of a ‘Fleetwood Mac super fan’ as he so lovingly calls you. He preferred the heavier tracks of Jimi Hendrix, while still liking some of the softer stuff from Dylan and such. He didn’t mind when you played them, though.

     You were alone at the moment. Roger was off in the studio with the boys. He suggested you stay home this day so you don't get caught in the middle of their idiotic arguments over if the harmony should be sung with an ‘ah’ sound or an ‘oh’ sound. You had some work to do in the apartment that day, so you were fine with staying home. Your recent purchase was great background noise for your daily chores. 

     You take a moment to walk over to the turntable again and flip over the record to side B before you continue on with washing the dishes. Swaying your hips to the beat of the song, you sang along to lyrics you were able to figure out. You had most of them memorized after listening to the album a couple of times.

     Roger had always loved your dancing. You felt dorky and rarely danced in front of others, but Roger was able to bring that side of you to light. You felt free around him, even if you still felt embarrassed to dance around him.

     You dry off the dishes and put them into the cabinet. That was another chore knocked off your list. You were surprisingly productive this afternoon. You often procrastinated by saying you'll do it later or you get too invested in whatever TV show you're watching. 

     You boogie(Rogers words) out of the kitchen and bend over the dining room table, reaching for the little notepad and checking off ‘wash dishes’ on the list. You had finally finished everything you had to do, and it was only 2 pm. You flip the cardboard cover to the front of the notebook and hook the pen back into the metal coil holding it together. 

     The way you were dancing almost made you feel like a hippie. You were too engulfed in the booming music that you didn't hear the door of your apartment unlock.

     Roger enters the apartment. He could hear the music before he even reached the doorstep. He leans against the entrance frame of the living room, watching as you dance in a pair of short pj shorts and his t-shirt. He loved seeing you wear his clothes. 

     “Hey, cutie,” Roger says, and you almost jump out of your skin at the sudden sound of his voice. “What- Roger! That's not funny!” you whine. You scramble to the turntable and turn the volume down to three. 

     Roger laughs at your childish reaction. “I think it's very funny, actually,” he says with a smirk. You feel his strong arms wrap around your waist as your bent over the turntable. “Why are you turning it down, lovie?” he asks as he takes hold of your hand and turns it up to ten. 

     “Why are you home so early?” you ask, not answering his question about the volume. Roger spins you around, smiling at you as he holds onto you in a waltz-like position. “We decided to stop for today. Too much arguing,” he says. “Is that all?” you ask as you begin swaying in his hold. “And because I missed my girl,” he smiles and gives you a kiss. 

     You hum against his soft, pillowy lips. “You were only gone for a couple of hours,” you giggle. “Is it so criminal for a man to miss his woman?” Roger laughs. “If so, give me the electric chair,” he says as he spins you around, causing a small yelp of excitement from you. “Not criminal. Maybe needy,” you smirk back.

     “You look cute,” he says, laying a kiss on your lips and then your cheek. “Oh, do I?” you ask, and he hums. “Love it when you wear my shirts,” he smiles softly as he toys with the hem of the shirt. “Especially when you wear those tiny shorts,” he adds.

     “Why? Because it looks like I’m wearing nothing underneath?” you question. 

     “Yep,” he grins and spins you again. “Maybe I should send you to the chair,” you joke. “On what charges?” he asks. “Horniness,” you say. Roger's hands slide down your sides, poking at your hips. “Oh, you're not too innocent yourself,” he points out.

     You laugh and give him a kiss before pulling yourself from his hold. “Never said I was,” 

     Roger watches as you walk away from him. “Where do you think you're going?” he asks as he cocks an eyebrow. “Changing the record,” you chuckle. You carefully lift the vinyl from the padded surface and return it to the protective sleeve before you feel Roger's hot breath against your neck. 

     “You know, I was thinking about you earlier,” he whispers into your ear. You couldn't help but smirk. “What were you thinking?” you ask innocently, still keeping your attention fixed on the neatly organized display of your shared record collection in front of you. 

     “I was thinking about that little red outfit you wore on my birthday last year,” he says. You laugh under your breath. You had great memory of that night. “Mhm?” you hum, telling him to continue as you feel his hands wrap around your waist. “You had on your favourite red lipstick,” he continues. 

     “You mean your favourite red lipstick,” you laugh. Roger always loved how you looked in that specific shade of red. He loved when it smudged onto your chin, and when you would leave kiss marks all over his body with the lipstick just to get a rise out of him. “Whatever,” he chuckles.

     “And, my head between your thighs,” he whispers. “Roger!” you whine, hitting his hand like a mother disciplining their son for having a potty mouth. Your cheeks were as red as that god-forsaken lipstick. You turn around to face him, putting on a brave face as if your cheeks weren't blaring red. “And you screaming that!” he grinned. It took every ounce of strength in your body not to smack that smirk right off his face.

     “You're such a pervert,” you joke. Roger gave you a kiss and laughed. “You keep sleeping with that pervert, so you make up your mind, y/n” he hummed.

     “See, and I would ask if you were thinking about me too, but you were probably too focused on your artsy fartsy music,” he teased. You huff and cross your arms, but it was so difficult to stay mad at him when he was staring at you with those big blue eyes. “Hey, baby, don't be so mad. I like your music,” he says as he gives your cheek a kiss. You tighten your lips as you struggle to hide your smile. “There's that smile,” he hums, and you finally let it be seen. 

     “I hate you,” you mumble through an embarrassed laugh. “Love you, too, babe,” Roger smiles. He wraps his arms around you again as the sound of the second track on The Beatles album ‘Abbey Road’ begins playing. Roger nuzzles his face into your neck and gently kisses it as you sway. “Somewhere in her smile she knows, that I don't need no other lover…” he hums to you softly, and you smile yet again in response. 

     “How's the album coming?” you ask, and you feel as he shrugs. “Sort of behind schedule, but I much rather spend time with you,” he says. “Oh, Roger. You know I don't like it when you choose me over your work,” you annoyingly say. Roger sighs, and he moves his head from his neck to meet your eyes. “I know, I know. Just, you know, the constant bickering is exhausting,” he confesses.

     “I love making music, but now it's just like clockwork now,” he says. He didn't want to admit it, but he had to. “And the record company has us on a strict deadline, it's just… so stressful,” 

     You hated to see Roger like this. You remember the days when he was so excited to go to the studio and work on the albums. But now, every day he would come home more miserable than the day before. 

     “I understand,” you tell him, letting your fingers comb through his un-styled mop. “It will get better soon, I’m sure of it,” you say. “Just wait, soon you’ll be on tour, and you get to see the world and perform for thousands of fans!” you smile, hoping that the response from the fans would cheer him up. It did, in part. 

     Roger hugs you, burring his face in your neck yet again. “Thank you, y/n,” he whispers. The only thing he didn't favour about the tours is that he didn't get to see you. You both understood that it was an important part of his career and that it would get easier with time. 

     The next track, ‘Maxwells' Silver Hammer’ comes on. This one was a bit funny to you. You both giggle as the lyric “Bang Bang Maxwells’ silver hammer came down upon her head” came. 

     “You remember that thing you mentioned about the red dress and lipstick…?” you ask, and Roger smirks. “Of course, I do,” he says. “Still in the mood?” you ask. He didn't even have to answer, because the next thing you knew Roger was pulling you down the hall to your bedroom, not even bothering to turn off the record. 

[moira-mains-go-to-hell]

Overwatch Women Relationship/ General Headcannons:

These are very specific, but I find them cute.

This is super long, because it’s All. Of. Them. I was going to break them up, but then I forgot, and rolled with it.

No warnings, all sfw.

Ashe

Is very much allergic to pollen.

With that being said she has the loudest damn sneeze

Cannot cook to save her life but makes really good concoctions of stoner type food. That and she is a dip girl. Every woman from the south knows one good dip they can make and it’s been imbued in us since birth. No one else at the party has the same dip either, wonderful how it works really

Widow

Has vintage luggage she uses for long term missions

Sleeps on her back with her arms folded like she is dead just to freak you out.

Hates pressure cookers

D.va

Is really good at Pilates (she took it up instead of physical therapy after her injuries in the cinematic)

Can fold gum wrapper swans

Disassembles her blaster when she is bored just to put it back together again (she times it and keeps the times in a golf notepad)

Junker Queen

Really good at electrical engineering but has only seen YouTube lectures about it on a shitty rebuilt mac

Listens to nickelback unironically

Prefers fruity drinks, but that’s the closest you will get her to eating a god damn fruit

Kiriko

Can and will sit you down to explain the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy

Is a Jojo’s fan. Thinks it’s under appreciated.

Cannot tell you the difference between jams, jellies and preserves.

Moira

Hates chain steakhouses (outback, Texas Roadhouse, ect) Loathes the atmosphere.

Has favorite poisonous plants

Is better than you at Mario kart

Mercy

Is not good at social cues to the point she will put on the complete wrong music for a situation (think Disco Inferno while she is trying to Rez a burn victim levels of bad taste)

“Does not like coffee” but if you make it she will drink from yours

Spins her blaster when she puts it back in its holster

Pharah

Likes shows like “How I Met Your Mother” and “Rules of Engagement”

Wakes you up in the middle of the night to go with her to the dingiest convenience store to acquire the best sandwich of your life

Hates coleslaw

Brigitte

Doesn’t count her reps, only times them with specific tools (a song, a show, a podcast)

Has helped her father defy the Geneva Conventions

Thinks The Grand Canyon is made up (Torb told her as a joke when she was little and has believed it since)

Zarya

Has been to the secret Russian lab where they keep stem cells of every known disease to exist. (It’s a real thing, I think don’t quote me-)

Brings back small rocks from places she goes

Doesn’t like birds

Mei

Snow ball has a built in dance party mode specifically for when she is sad.

Doesn’t like using Amazon

Knows all of “Yakko’s World” and sings it to herself

Tracer

Tries to tip well but doesn’t know the math so she leaves way more than is needed

Has tried to convince Winston to give her a laser beam inside of the accelerator

Wears Velcro for convenience

Ana

When she is able to settle down and stop being on the move, she catches up with reality shows and calls you to tell you about them

Puts little stickers on her little healing vials to make them look friendlier… not that anyone is gonna notice

Doesn’t like to eat breakfast. Just has tea in the morning.

Symettra

Has special pads on her visor because she doesn’t like the way it sits on her face

There is a disco mode in her turrets that she will never tell a soul about

She commits to bits to get you out of trouble without even knowing the full scope of the situation.

Sombra

Sweater thief, but in the worst possible times. If she forgets hers on a mission, she takes yours and dips

Likes those little strawberry grandma candies

As good of a hacker she is, she is absolutely terrible at 1v1 combat games. Mortal Kombat, Smash, Jump Force, you name it. She isn’t winning.

Sojourn

Phone is set to military hours. You never ask her for the time

Does not nap

Makes jokes about her legs. When you compliment her she knocks on the metal and goes “Quads of steel”. She thinks it’s the funniest bit in the world

*bonus* she may be rough around the edges but she is the loudest laugher at a comedy show

[peltk9]

A Simple (relative!) Way to Save a Lot of Fanfic to EPUB at Once

Disclosure: This is a relatively simple way. There are still a lot of steps and requires a little bit of computer know-how. However, many other processes involve copy-pasting URLs one-by-one, which, for 100+ fics, takes a long time.

This guide is particularly meant for Fanfiction.net works, which, at the time of writing, can no longer be downloaded in bulk from the Calibre FanFicFare plugin (rip in peace). FicHub can still reliably download from FFN, and there is a FicHub CLI to bulk-download from a list of URLs.

Regarding AO3: Using FicHub CLI with AO3 appears to be a bit finicky. FicHub CLI is more likely to give up on URLs in longer lists. Your mileage may vary. Personally, I recommend either the in-built AO3 downloader (one-by-one downloading only) or the FanFicFare Calibre plugin (for bulk downloading). EDIT: there is also this python program from tumblr user nianeyna: https://nianeyna.tumblr.com/post/659921552559783936

Regarding Wattpad: It does not look like FicHub can download from Wattpad. However, FanFicFare can download from Wattpad.

What You Will Need

Windows PC (theoretically this will work on a Mac or Linux, but will require different steps vis-à-vis python and the command prompt)

Firefox

Python (version 3)

Notepad++

fichub-cli

If you don't have Python installed, and don't know how, please follow this tutorial: https://realpython.com/installing-python/#how-to-install-from-the-full-installer (if it asks to create an account to view, open in a private window)

(I know the full installer works for the purposes of this tutorial, but you'll need to make sure you install pip--under Customize Installation--and add Python to the PATH. I am unsure if the Windows App version does both of these.)

Install Notepad++ from the official site: https://notepad-plus-plus.org/

If you installed Python correctly, then to install fichub-cli (https://github.com/FicHub/fichub-cli):

Open the Command Prompt in Windows (Windows search bar "cmd")

Copy-paste the following: pip install -U fichub-cli

Hit 'Enter'

Wait for the Command Prompt to do it's thing . . . and you're done!

Instructions

Getting the URLs - FanFic dot Net Favorites version

(These instructions are specifically for the Favorite Stories on a user's account, but can be modified to get any story URL on any page of FFN.)

Open Firefox and go to FFN. Now go to the mobile version of the site by clicking the smartphone icon on the top bar, left-ish side of the screen. You can also replace the 'www' in the URL to 'm'.

Log into FFN if you aren't already, then go to your account > Favorite Stories. The reason why we're using the mobile site is because it won't paginate your favorites. All your favorite stories will be all on one page, which means it's only one copy-paste for everything.

Right-click anywhere on the page and hit 'Inspect (Q)'. This will pull up DevTools, which will give us a nice place to get all the URLs. Look at the left-most panel in the the 'Inspector' tab. It should have a bunch of HTML code in. Find the <tbody> that's right before a bunch of <tr>...</tr>.

Right click the <tbody>, Copy > Inner HTML.

Open Notepad++. In a new file, paste in that Inner HTML we just copied. This is where we extract just the URLs for the stories from the mess of HTML by having some fun with regular expressions.

Open the Find & Replace in Notepad++ (Ctrl+F, or on the top bar Search > Replace ...). In the window, make sure you're on the 'Replace' tab. In the bottom-left-ish of the window is some Search Mode options. Select 'Regular expression' and check the box labeled '. matches newline'.

In 'Find what': .*?(/s/\d*/1/) In 'Replace with': $1\n

At this point, you should be able to click 'Replace All'; but if you want, click 'Find Next' to see Notepad++ highlight the first place it finds a regular expression match and click 'Replace' to see it change that highlighted section to just the /s/ . . . /1/ part (the /s/ . . . /1/ is the story URL on FFN). Depending on where your cursor was when you first opened Find & Replace, you may need to click 'Replace' once or twice even after 'Replace All'. You may also need to move your cursor to before the very first letter.

Once you've clicked 'Replace All', you should be left with a long list of partial URLs, looking like /s/ . . . /1/. There will be one section of unneeded HTML, probably near the bottom of the page. Manually delete it to leave only the URLs.

Now to change those partial URLs to a full URL. Open the Find & Replace again. In the Search Mode, select 'Normal'.

In 'Find what': /s/ In 'Replace with': https://m.fanfiction.net/s/

Click 'Replace All' (and maybe 'Replace' once or twice if needed--move your cursor to before the very first letter if needed) and now the list of partial URLs should be full FFN mobile URLs.

Save as a .txt file with whatever name you want.

Using FicHub CLI

First and foremost make a new folder somewhere on your computer. Name it whatever you like, but remember where it is and what you named it. Take the TXT file of URLs and move it into that new folder.

Open Command Prompt (Windows search bar "cmd"). In Command Prompt, navigate to the folder you made. If you don't know how to change directories in Command Prompt, this guide can help: https://www.howtogeek.com/659411/how-to-change-directories-in-command-prompt-on-windows-10/

For example, if I made a folder called 'FFNDownloads-2024-01-01' on my Desktop, I would type: cd Desktop/FFNDownloads-2024-01-01 in the command line and hit 'Enter'.

Once the Command Prompt is looking into the folder where your URL list is, type the following into the command line: fichub_cli -i [NAME].txt

Replace the [NAME] with the name of your URL list file. So, for example, if I named my URL list 'ffnurl.txt', I would enter: fichub_cli -i ffnurl.txt

Hit 'Enter' and the FicHub CLI will start it's magic. It can be a bit hard to read what's happening, because some of the text is dark blue, but it will print out how many URLs it finds, then check if there are duplicates, and then go through them one by one and start downloading them into an EPUB. The EPUB files will be saved in the same folder the Command Prompt is currently looking in--which should be that folder you just created.

There is a progress bar at the bottom of the Command Prompt with a rough estimate of time left. If you have 200 or more URLs, FicHub CLI can take an hour or more. Leave the Command Prompt alone until you're done. If you need, you can still use the rest of your computer, including the Internet. Just be careful to leave the folder and Command Prompt alone until the FicHub CLI is finished.

(Why does it take so long? As a general rule, polite internet behavior for robots, like the FicHub, is to ask websites for things slowly. If a robot asks for a lot of things quickly, it can overwhelm the website and make it difficult for the website to work properly. Some internet spam attacks do this, asking for a lot, quickly in order to disable a website. FicHub CLI is slow so that it doesn't get flagged as spam.)

Once FicHub CLI is done, it will make an output.log file. You can delete that if you want, it's basically a copy of the TXT file with the URLs inside. If there were any problems, FicHub CLI will also make an err.log file. Both LOG files can be opened in Notepad++ or in the default Windows Notepad. The err.log file will have a list of any URLs the FicHub CLI couldn't download, for whatever reason. I've found that if I make a new TXT file with just the error URLs copied right from the err.log file and re-run FucHub CLI on that TXT, most of the time they will be downloaded without problem.

Any lingering error files (hopefully less than 10 at this point, if any), you can go through the https://fichub.net/ site to download them one-by-one.

Et voilà, you have successfully downloaded a lot of fanfiction, all at once, as EPUB files. Once Python and fichub-cli are installed, then the process can be repeated to get any new or updated fics. All you need to do is create a TXT file of URLs for new/updated fics, and FicHub CLI will do the rest.

[rebeltigera]

Ay

You also fell for Mac's voice? Billy did such a good work with him, his chuckles always made me giggle 🫣🤭 (also how I got into lmk + your artwork, you're a great artist!)

My question, eh... How do you work on your AUs? Like, do you have a doc where you place all your ideas or they just come up and you do them?

—🐵🐵

Doc is inneficient for that kind of stuff , other than really clarity on the page . Especially when you are on move. I don't like using notepads skskks-

I use trusty private discord server , where i have a bunch of friends from lmk community and we share ideas. We discuss over those n share opinions , sometimes roleplay and then if i vibe with it enough i go draw it

overall it's a creative mess there , you would get lost

And Most of the convos look like that

[thycoop]

So I was looking through some Y2K-themed stock photos from 1999 as one does, and I found this cursed image:

So that's a mac error message in Windows 98 with no task bar, the "OK" text in the error message is obviously edited in, someones editing 4 HTML documents at the same time in notepad??? Either the person made ariel their default font, or all the text in the Date/Time properties window is edited in???

Here're some other funny things I found

Oh no my computer is on fire!

this cursed "Binary", why is there a 2 in the last line???

Oh no Y2K is looming all over us!

[thatonetwig]

So I imagine Void as a bit of a picky eater...

...

"Hello! What can I get started for you two?", the waiter said as he took out his notepad.

"Uhh, Void, you wanna go first? I'm still deciding.", Hood said, looking up and down his menu.

"No problem.", Void replied.

"So uhh...can I get the chi- no, wait. The- nah. Not that either.", Void muttered as he scanned the menu.

After a few moments of Void correcting himself, Hood looked up from his menu at him with a confused and annoyed glare.

...

("Void, you do this every time."), Hood whispered to him.

("Why don't you order for me then?! You know what I like!"), Void muttered back.

"Should I give you gentlemen some more time?", the waiter said.

"Nah. He'll just have a cup of sparkling wine and a baked mac and cheese. Extra crispy.", Hood said with a sigh.

"Got that! And for you, sir?"

"I'll get the chicken and waffles, please. Do you guys have Red Bull by any chance?", Hood asked. He noticed that Void had cringed slightly when he had ordered the chicken and waffles.

"We do! Alright! Your orders will be out soon!", the waiter said before leaving.

Once he left, Void let out a sigh and began playing with the fork on the table.

"Hood, I don't get ya sometimes.", Void said.

"Huh? What do you mean?", Hood asked, confused.

"How're you able to try all of these weird combinations and all of that? Why don't you just stick with what you're used to like I do?", Void replied.

"Well, sometimes you just gotta have an open mind, you know? You'll never know if you like it!", Hood said encouragingly.

"But...it's just so...weird, you know? What happens if I don't like it?", Void said.

"Then that's okay! You can just keep trying until you find one you like!", Hood replied.

"That's easy for you to say.", Void said.

Hood looked down at the table before suddenly getting an idea.

"Here, I'll tell you what. I'll let you try my food when it gets here. How's that sound?", Hood suggested.

"What? That...stuff? No wa-"

"I promise I'll never bother you about this again if you don't like it.", Hood interrupted as he took Void's hand and held it in his own.

He thought for a few moments while staring down at the table.

"Fine."

A few minutes later, the waiter came back with their dishes.

"Here you two go! I hope you enjoy your meals!"

"Thanks man. Appreciate it.", Hood said before the waiter walked off.

Once he was gone, Hood swapped Void's food with his own.

"Go on. Try it.", he said as he poured some syrup onto the waffles.

Void stared down at the odd combination in front of him with a mix of nervousness and disgust.

"On second thought...I dunno if I want to do this.", Void said.

Before he could back out of it, Hood thought of a way to get him to cave in.

"Oh, what's wrong? Is the greatest pop star in the universe no match for some chicken and waffles?", Hood said, taunting his ego.

"W-what?! No way! I ain't scared! Just watch!", Void said as he grabbed a fork.

With no more hesitation, Void cut a bit of the waffle off while grabbing a piece of fried chicken and shoving both of them into his mouth at once.

He stared at Hood with a smug look while chewing before his eyes suddenly widened.

"So? How do you like it?", Hood asked, raising a brow.

Without a word, Void brought Hood's plate closer to him.

"Eh?"

"You can have that now. I like this.", Void said before he proceeded to tear into the rest of the meal.

"Wait, but-!", Hood tried to protest, but it was too late.

He then looked down at the cup of wine and baked mac and cheese in front of him.

"Uhh..."

"What's wrong, Hood? I thought it was good to have an, "open mind?", Void said as he looked up from his food while making air quotations.

"Hey!", Hood shouted.

...

I had chicken and waffles for the first time today and just had to write this.

[cat48953notabot]

BOOP YOUR FRIENDS TO HELL AND BACK

Do YOU want to boop your friends so hard they look at their inbox and go, "oh shit, I've been fuckin' booped!" Well then I have the tool for you!

boop.ahk <- link (does NOT auto-download)

What is AutoHotKey? Is it a virus??

AutoHotKey is like an autoclicker but better. Think of it like Notepad++ but for autoclickers. It can hold code that is great for booping, such as:

Finding the boop button

Clicking the boop button

How do I use this??

1. Download AutoHotKey. It's very lightweight (1 KB).

2. Download boop.ahk .

3. Go to Tumblr

4. Press shift+P to enter dark mode

5. Using the Snipping tool (Mac, Windows), take a screenshot of the "boop" link

6. Save it as "boop.png"

7. Open boop.ahk by right clicking it and pressing "Edit Script"

8. Follow the instructions inside!

[l-e-morgan-author]

taglists - comment to be added or removed from any one!

I've added people based on my memory of them commenting or not on previous posts. If you want to be added just comment here or on specific posts.

Hands Made for Gentleness

@stealingmyplaceinthesun

@noisette-tornade

@choasuqeen

@graycedelfin

@esters-notepad

Patience, Changing

@pilgrimsofworship

@stealingmyplaceinthesun

@noisette-tornade

@graycedelfin

@choasuqeen

To Kindle a Flame

@stealingmyplaceinthesun

@noisette-tornade

@graycedelfin

@choasuqeen

Do Roses Cast Shadows?

@choasuqeen

They Told Me to Name My Demons

@stealingmyplaceinthesun

@graycedelfin

@choasuqeen

@bogan-mac

@rainintheevening

Sparks Under Heaven

@stealingmyplaceinthesun

@noisette-tornade

@choasuqeen

Through Lightning, Through Thunder

@stealingmyplaceinthesun

@graycedelfin

@choasuqeen

[Inklings story]

@choasuqeen

The Time Travelling Midwife

@choasuqeen

General taglist

@stealingmyplaceinthesun

@graycedelfin

@choasuqeen

Free short stories taglist

@choasuqeen

Editing taglist

nobody

Newsletter taglist

@stealingmyplaceinthesun

@graycedelfin

@choasuqeen

[thespacelizard]

Hi! I saw your post about Obsidian (for note taking) and I was wondering how you added custom fonts? Or if there's some resources you could point me to that would help figuring out some tips and how to use it

hello!

so, the simplest method for custom fonts is to first make sure it’s installed on your computer (if you download a new font, right-click and hit ‘install’).

Then if you just want to change the base font in obsidian for either all of the interface, or for editing/reading mode, you can go into settings, then under ‘Font’, you select the ‘manage’ option, and there’ll be a text box/dropdown you can type in to find the font you want. Click ‘add’ and then that’s done!

If you want to do custom fonts for headings, or for specific pages/cssclasses (like I’ve done for Obedience and claws in my notes), then you will have to do a little bit of css, but it’s not as scary as it sounds i promise!

To make a cssclass, all you really need is a text editor. You can use notepad if you’re just doing a few little things, but if you want to start doing a lot I recommend getting one that’s more designed for it. I use brackets because it’s free and easy, but a lot of people use VSCode which is. too intimidating for me. and too much for my usecase anyway.

im getting offtopic. FONTS!

now, i am. out of date with all the new variables and also i write bad css, but the way I do it if I want specific header fonts is like this:

.markdown-preview-view h1 { font-family: COOL FONT; }

OR apparently, as I just learned in checking to write this, you can use ‘.markdown-rendered h1’ as the class. either seems to work…my css is very old.

now there is a way to do this for all headings at once without copy-pasting it for h1, h2, h3 etc but i don’t know how to do it right and at this point my css works and so i Leave It Alone

this only does it for Reading Mode, because i like having more ‘text-y’ fonts for writing and then pretty ones for reading when I’m done. to change things for live preview/source view, you need to do

.markdown-source-view.mod-cm6 .cm-header { font-family: COOL FONT; }

And if you want different fonts for different headers, change the ‘.cm-header’ part to ‘.cm-header-1’ (or whatever number of heading size you want.)

You can add things other than fonts in there as well, like font-size, text-transform, and other css classes. (this is why i like brackets, it suggests classes and property fills as you’re typing which is good because i. forget what the options are)

If you want to go poking around in obsidian to figure out which selector is doing what, hit Ctrl+shift+i on windows (for mac, I believe it's command+option+i), and it’ll bring up the developer console, so you can use inspect element to track down selectors. (selectors are the thing you put after the period (.) and tell the css which element to target)

I like to make custom css classes for things, and to make one of those, you just type ‘.classname’ before the variable you want to change. E.g. for claws it looks like:

.claws.markdown-rendered h1 { font-family: LEVIBRUSH; }

then to add that to a note, you need to add the ‘cssclasses’ property in the frontmatter. you can make the frontmatter with three dashes like this:

--- cssclasses: claws ---

or you can use the properties side panel and hit ‘add property’ and then make cssclasses. this then means that all the css wizardry you do prefixed with that class will only apply to pages with that class, which I really like for making unique workspaces for different projects.

adding your snippet

so now you've made your snippet, you just need to load it in. the simplest way is to head to Settings -> Appearance, and scroll down to where it says 'CSS Snippets'. Hit the folder icon, and that'll open the folder you need to save the snippet.

make sure you save your notepad or brackets or whatever document as '.css' first. you can literally just do this by right clicking a saved notepad document and changing the name to 'name.css' if you need to.

save that css document into the snippets folder, go back to settings and hit the 'reload' snippets button to get it to show up, toggle it on, and voila!

now what you can do is edit that snippet live in obsidian just by. editing it. and hitting save. it'll live update and you can tinker. that's all i do: have brackets and obsidian open at the same time and just. fuck about till things work. i like problem solving, so it's usually fun for me :)

resources!

Obsidian CSS Quick Guide - Share & showcase - Obsidian Forum → a quick guide to poking around and how to find css classes in obsidian

Headings - Developer Documentation → full list of css variables you can play with. this gives you an idea of just how many things you can customise in obsidian which is to say. all of it.

i also just recommend googling around about CSS and how to use it. W3 schools is usually my go-to, it’s pretty good. Or searching ‘how to do x with css’ and usually either reddit or stackexchange will have decent answers.

you can find fonts all over, and i know google is a bitch, but google fonts has a bunch of good fonts. that's where most of mine are from, honestly

[eeldritchblast]

hi, do you know where i might find a tutorial on how to manually mod bg3? i can only seem to find tutorials that use the mod managers, which isnt an option for me, because im on a mac. thanks so much!!

(As of Early Access Patch 9)

Step 1: Unzip the .zip file you downloaded to find a .pak file and a file called "info".

Step 2: Place the .pak file in the following folder: C:\Users\[Name]\AppData\Local\Larian Studios\Baldur's Gate 3\Mods

Step 3: Open the "modsettings" file using Notepad found in the following folder: C:\Users\[Name]\AppData\Local\Larian Studios\Baldur's Gate 3\PlayerProfiles\Public

Step 4: Copy the following and paste it immediately below, so you should have two identical nodes back to back like this:

Step 5: Replace the Folder, Name, UUID, and Version fields with the information found in the "info" file included with the .pak file. So for example, if you're installing the popular Basket of Equipment mod, it would look like this:

You have to do this for every mod you want to install.

If you don't have an "info" file, that means the modder deleted it because they did not consider that some people prefer or have to install mods manually. Unfortunately you either cannot use that mod, or you need to go through the process of extracting all the files and then repacking it yourself using the Modders Multitool.