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[s-creations]

GUESS WHAT'S COMING TOMORROW!!

Heeheehee. The start of Season 2's end is tomorrow. XD

[angnoirs]

I really hope that s6 reveals a side of Emilie that Nathalie knew before she become this loving and nurturing mother (that I have no doubt about).

I want to get to know the insane, irrational side of her who would have gone through lengths to have a child of her own. The selfish Emilie who ignored Nathalie’s warning and ignored Gabriel’s pleading.

Ok but can you imagine Emilie stealing the peacock miraculous in the dead of night from Nathalie after she informed her about the consequences of using an unsafe miraculous, after Gabriel begged her to seek a different solution if it meant the cost of her life.

Imagine Gabriel waking up to an empty bed and searching the halls, only to find Emilie. Blue. Dressed in a long gown that oddly resembles that of a peacock tail. In the basement of their home cradling her belly.

‘Emilie. What. Did. You. Do?’

She turns to him and exhales breathlessly

‘I’m pregnant….’

[totheidiot]

that new testament john x jesus post of mine is doing so good i might have to start cooking up another new testament related post. can't complain religious history when it comes to christianity and islam is of my most favorite things and i love to talk about it. if you want my thoughts on something concerning specifically the life of jesus and anything regarding islam before the sunni-shia split, shoot me an ask. i will come to you with an extremely long analysis post, trust.

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

Look I don't know what the fuck antarctica is.

It's like stuff your ass ain't surviving past though

[biherbalwitch]

"Know that I loved you, Aleksander. Know that it wasn't enough." Is actually an insane thing to hear from a parent. A MOTHER!! I will never mentally recover from this

[enigma-absolute]

Today marks 10 years since I first really stepped into the Eddsworld fandom and went through an event with it.

But it also happened to be first anniversary of its creator's passing. This year marks the 10th.

I figured 13 year old me wouldn't want to feel alone in that moment, so I made this to join her and go through the flow together.

Without Edd and Eddsworld, I don't think I would've had that accessible foundation, can-do mindset and enthusiastic influence, admiration and desire to animate and make stories of my own. I was a year too late when I first entered into the fandom and heard about it, but these past 10 years taught me it's never too late to make an impact and tell your tales - no matter how long they'll take.

Thank you Edd Gould. For everything.

[travelling-on-the-octopath]

Maybe I'm just an asshole but those tiktok sounds that are like "I didn't spend all this time and effort on this art thing just to get 5 likes." Like actually I hope you didn't factor likes in at all! They're bonuses. Do some soul searching please.

[sasuke-punk]

ok so im never gonna be able to put my thoughts on naruto + classpects down in a way that makes even a little sence so a short post with minimal explanation is probably my best shot at expressing this.

Sasuke: Knight of blood, his dancestor, Itachi: Prince of Blood

in a very literal sence, sasuke fights of the retribution of his bonds (his clan), which you can easily argue is a type of protection or servitude in the way knights function in hs. And itachi is a destroyer of bonds, this is self explanitory.

Naruto himself is probably a Hope player, though i have no idea what class.

I do think a hope/rage dichotomy between him and sasuke could be very interesting though, if done through the lence of hope = optimism/rage = skeptisism (atleast how the function in hs). instead of simply joy/hopefullness vs anger/agression (which is a gross oversimplification of both aspects but specifically demonizes rage for some reason)

Sakura is a Heart player, but more akin to the destructve manner dirk is a heart player, or nepeta is a yearning one

[owari-no-suffering]

I'm officially completely abnormal about the Straw Hats and One Piece in general. I finished the live action show like two days ago and I'm already gonna rewatch it a) for fic-writing purposes and b) because I want all those glorious, gorgeous practical effects and design on my flatscreen this time.

[s-creations]

Yellow, Purple, Red, Green Season Layout

SO!!

I've gotten back into writing and, more importantly, planning out future seasons for the YPRG seasons. I will note that I won't be posting again until late June (sorry, job's been stressful/busy). But I figured I could be mean- NICE and show you what I've planned out so far.

Please note that if something has a WT next to it, it means 'Working Title' for that story.

Remainder of Season 2 (Current Season): 1. Snapshots Chapter 2 2. The Cactus Flower of Sarasaland 3. Explorers to Bandits (WT)

Season 3: 1. Build the Bonds (WT) 2. Snapshots Chapter 3 3. Hold My Hand (WT) 4. Mama Luigi 5. Snapshots Chapter 4 6. Extraction 7. Stepping Up (WT)

Season 4 (Rough Layout): 1. The Shadow Falls 2. Hues Chapter 5 - Aftermath 3. Snapshots Chapter 5 4. *TBD* 5. Snapshots Chapter 6 6. Dud-King (WT) 7. Hues Chapter 6 - The March of the Koopa (WT)

Season 5 (Rough Layout): 1. Hues Chapter 7 - Check In 2. The King's Reprise 3. Snapshot Chapter 7 4. Language Barrier 5. Green Dwarf (WT) 6. Ebb & Flow 7. Eclipse (WT)

AND I'M NOT EVEN HALF WAY DONE WITH THIS SERIES.

I'm very tired but very excited. I hope you all are as well.

[kazik-bitch-ass-motherfucker]

Chapter 25! Nice chapter! No TW's! Go Read!

[honestlyvan]

The main feature apps like this offer are QOL improvements like different layouts, fonts, reading statistics and timers, and the aforementioned download features that are already a part of Ao3.

And if you want to use an app for those features -- honestly, I don't see why not? But be aware that Ao3 supports user-created skins that can look like literally anything you want (and although you do have to know enough CSS to make a theme yourself, lots of fans out there make AO3 skins just for fun -- you just gotta talk to one of them to ask how to make the changes you'd prefer and most likely they're happy to help out) and there are userscripts that act as site extensions that provide all those features and more (with, again, people actively developing them that you can ask help from to write your own if you don't like any of the ones available)

If you don't want the hassle of finding this stuff out or talking to people to ask for these features, you do you I guess. But don't ever pay money for one of these apps, no matter what it does. If it's showing you adds, if it's asking you to buy it, DO NOT, they're asking you to pay for features other fans have already provided for free through other methods.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

WHO IS USING THIS

AN APP??? THEY HAVE A FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

THE LAST FUNCTIONING WEBSITE

[biblebloodhound]

Lady Wisdom Is Speaking (Proverbs 8:1-31)

Wisdom is quite an abstract ideal to pursue, which is likely why it helps to have it presented as a beautiful woman.

Lady Wisdom, by Mikayla Ragsdale Doesn’t Wisdom cry out    and Understanding shout?Atop the heights along the path,    at the crossroads she takes her stand.By the gate before the city,    at the entrances she shouts: I cry out to you, people;    my voice goes out to all of humanity.Understand skill, you who are naive.    Take this to heart, you fools.Listen, for I speak things that are…

[madlori]

On being an older fangirl

I was probably 10 years old when I first conceived of what was, looking back, fanfiction. Me and my best friend would lie in bed together on sleepovers and I'd make up stories about what happened after the end of our favorite book, "The Westing Game." She'd ask me for more stories, and I'd tell her more, inventing them as I went along. "Then what?" she'd say.

I was 14 when I went to my first convention. I had discovered Star Trek: The Next Generation. It was 1987, and my youth pastor was a huge Trekkie. He took me to a one-day crappy Creation con, but it was amazing to me. I met Nichelle Nichols. My dad showed me the Trek movies. He and I watched TNG together.

When I went to college in 1991, my dad used to videotape TNG episodes onto VHS tapes and mail them to me, so I could keep watching (I didn't have TV in my dorm room).

By the time I was a senior, we had Trek watching parties in the dorm lounge, where the TV had cable. Star Trek: Voyager had started up, and I wrote a column about it for the college newspaper. I joined a mailing list about it, with people in it that I still know today.

I got my first computer that could go online in 1995. I was on newsgroups. I discovered Doctor Who. I went to Trek conventions where we still passed around fanzines containing fic and art and smutty K/S fan creations.

Then it was Harry Potter. Then there were websites. Then there was Geocities, where we could all make our own little spots. We organized them into webrings. We talked on newsgroups and mailing lists. There were fanfic archives. Then there was fanfiction.net.

Then...there was LiveJournal. And we could interact in entirely new ways. We could form communities, and debate things, and fight over canon, and get into ship wars. On LiveJournal, I met my best friend of 22 years. I was in her wedding. She's my sister of the heart (which is what she calls me).

Then there was Tumblr. And Twitter. And now there's Discord. But it's all the same.

I am the same.

I am still that little girl who made up fanfiction in her head to entertain her best friend. I am still the one who was amazed to find communities on the internet - which was so new, so raw, so uncommodified - where others like me could meet. I found there people to meet in real life.

I am still that twentysomething going to her first major convention, being told that someone loved my fic, being asked about my writing process.

I am still that thirtysomething watching something I wrote blow up. Seeing friends from other fandoms find me in new ones, finding them there, too. Forgetting which fandom I know someone from, because I've known them for twenty years.

I still know some of the people who created those early websites, those mailing lists, those archives. I still meet people in new fandoms who say "Oh, I read your fic in [fandom] fifteen years ago!" There's no feeling quite like having someone remember something you wrote for that long. Or meeting someone whose fic meant a lot to YOU, or who you talked with on rec.arts.drwho.creative in 1997.

Aging in fandom is a gift. Being middle-aged in fandom is a joy. Having people who still read what I write and ask "Then what?" is a blessing.

It breaks my heart that so many people see it as something to be ashamed of, when it is one of my life's greatest gifts.

[jennakittykats-blog]

I am Just Jenn.

my brain is a hamster on a wheel that never stops, ever.

[sttoru]

𝝑𝑒 synopsis. after being married to satoru for two years, you still giggle and (secretly but not so secretly) fangirl about him whenever given the chance. your husband absolutely loves indulging you.

tags. husband!gojo satoru x wife!female reader. fluff, sfw, tiny bits of angst. tooth rotting fluff yeah. reader gets called ‘princess, baby’. inspired by this ask.

“and and and, his smile ‘s just so beautiful,” you sigh dreamily, resting your head on satoru’s lap. you’re both enjoying the cozy night in your shared apartment. with no one bothering you—with no regards for the world that’s continuing its cycle outside.

satoru chuckles as he pats your head slowly, taking his time to appreciate every feature of yours. from your pink-ish lips to your pretty eyes. he’s so in love with the creation god has gifted him. he nods attentively, “yeah? what else?”

you giggle as he indulges you. it’s a habit of yours, to fangirl over your husband like you’re not literally his wife. satoru finds it absolutely adorable. plus, it boosts his ego. in a very good way.

“aaaand, he’s caring. that’s the one thing i love most about him,” you continue to ramble about your little ‘crush’ on that so-called mysterious white-haired sorcerer. satoru wishes he could capture this moment and keep repeating it over and over in his head.

the way you talk about your crush - him - is filling his stomach with butterflies. the tall man can’t deny the faint blush on his cheeks and the fuzzy feeling in his chest. you keep getting cuter and cuter the more time passes.

when he thinks you’ve reached a state of perfection in his eyes, you once again prove him wrong and go beyond that. “caring, hm? he must treat my princess real good then,” satoru hums and continues petting your head. his other hand rubs your stomach—fingers creeping under the material of your nightgown.

“he does,” you nod in agreement, “he treats me so well. i don’t know how i got so lucky to have met him.” you squirm a little as you feel satoru’s slender fingers graze your midriff, going back down to your belly and then back up your chest again. his touch is so intimate and loving. you’re spoiled. spoiled rotten by his affection.

satoru sighs. his white lashes flutter shut for a second. hearing you say such stuff makes him want to check if it’s reality he’s in. if it isn’t another too-good-to-be-true dream of his. no one had loved him as much as you did.

it feels good to know that he’s wanted. needed.

“no, i think he is the lucky one,” satoru continues. his hand petting your head stops and he moves it to rub your cheek tenderly. he leans his head down, the tips of your noses touching. he whispers, “having a pretty girl like you love him so dearly… yeah, he’s won the lottery.”

your heart skips a beat. satoru’s words leave you speechless. you don’t know if you can keep up the little silly act anymore. his flirting, the teasing and the genuineness behind his words—it’s all too much.

you grab the back of his head and push his lips down against yours. satoru’s breath hitches for a second before he gives in to you. he visibly melts, eyes closing and hands tightening their grip around your body.

“mmh,” satoru lets out a content moan. he loves you. he’s glad he’s met you and he’s glad he made you his wife two years back. you’re the only one for him. death won’t do you apart—no—he promised you on your wedding day that it wouldn’t.

you kiss him like it’s your last kiss on earth. the spark between you is still as warm and strong as it was when you met. the people who’ve warned you about the ‘honeymoon phase’ are clearly all wrong. they aren’t aware of the strength your bond with satoru has. you’re inseparable.

“i love you,” you sigh against satoru’s glossy lips and he deepens the kiss after that.

somebody loves him. somebody cares for him. that’s all he needs in life. his life is complete with you in it. he smiles against your lips and says the three words back, with more passion than ever before, “i love you too, my angel.”

nothing will ever separate you. not fate. not anyone.