#sal dot post

[kordate]

we need to get march 25 on good friday so i can post about frodo dying for my sins

^ la pieta. if you even care

[kordate]

can i get a cycad sweep?

they’re such weird shrubby plants! they’re as old as the dinosaurs, and they still look like it! they’re dry, they’re tropical, they’re hot, they even tolerate snow!

my favorite is the cardboard cycad. the leaves along each branch (or the leaflets on each leaf if you’re particular) are so thick and flat. i love its chunky crunchy look! the botanical name, Zamia furfuracea, refers to the fuzz on each leaf. (also look at the cones in the close up!)

if you need another reason: the real official common name of this cycad is Coontie… she’s the coochie plant, the cuntie plant

Phylum Round 1

Not Quite Palms vs Not Quite Moss

Cycadophyta (cycads) -- while cycads look like palms, true palm trees are in magnoliophyta. Cycads are gymnosperms, meaning they have seeds but do not have flowers or fruit, and are most often pollinated by beetles. Many can grow in very low water conditions, some out of sand or even rock. Bread palms, a type of cycad, have edible stems. Cones of the Modjadji cycad can weigh more than 40 kg (88 pounds).

Marchantiophyta (liverworts): There are approximately 9,000 known species of liverworts, non-vascular (and therefor relatively small) plants with a dominant gametophyte stage, which can either have leaves or flat thalluses. The name comes from an ancient belief that they could be used to treat liver problems. Liverworts have important roles in the ecosystem: preventing the erosion of streambanks, collecting and retaining water in tropical forests, and forming soil crusts in deserts and polar regions.

[im-probably-crying-rn-ngl]

fuck it, book recommendations based on your favourite driver

+ age rating, summary and rambling disguised as explanation as to why

if your favourite driver is Lewis Hamilton...then i would recommend Carrie Soto is Back by Taylor Jenkins Reid

(historical sports fiction, standalone) "Carrie Soto, a fierce and determined retired tennis champion, comes out of retirement at thirty-seven to reclaim her record and face personal challenges, coached by her father partnered with the man she almost opened her heart to, in Taylor Jenkins Reid's novel about the cost of greatness and a legendary athlete's epic comeback."

the connection between this book and lewis is what inspired this whole post in the first place. a comeback story even if you have proven all there is to be proven? trying to beat all the odds against you even time? being an all-time champion AND an underdog? there are so many links that can be made between carrie and lewis not just with their careers and relationships but also what adversities they have had to face. idk but is this like manifesting that lewis is going to be "back" for his 8th wdc?

if your favourite driver is George Russell...then i would recommend A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson

(young adult mystery thriller, book 1 of 3) "In 'A Good Girl's Guide to Murder,' Pippa Fitz-Amobi reexamines a closed case, challenging the conviction of Sal Singh for Andie Bell's murder, unearthing hidden secrets that threaten her safety as she seeks the elusive truth."

ah mr wannabe investigator (we all saw him checking out that redbull) but seriously there's something we grussell sprouts must enjoy about someone who seems so straight-laced and uptight be absolutely blatantly unhinged both on and off track. it's just so george to choose literal murder inquiry as a school project, from the ambition bordering on arrogance of believing a high schooler could do what the authorities couldn't to the genuine heartfelt sincerity in wanting the truth and to bring justice for those already deemed outcasts by society. he's OUR good girl that's not-so-secretly "bad".

(main ship are george and alex coded btw like im just saying)

(+ bonus rec bc i am incredibly biased) if your favourite team is Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 Team (had to google the name for the nth time)...then i would recommend The Green Bone Saga by Fonda Lee

(adult fantasy, trilogy, best books i have ever read) "The Green Bone Saga is a fantasy trilogy by Fonda Lee, exploring the intricate power struggles and conflicts within and around the Kaul family. Set in the fictional city of Janloon with ability-enhancing jade as it's lifeblood."

my faves with my faves. mercedes aren't a national institution/emotion (ferrari), a team (red bull racing), a villains' lair (ashton martin) or a pop band (mclaren) but a family. a dysfunctional, awkward, barely concealed hot mess of a family, but family nonetheless. chasing victory while trying to survive the horrors of life and each other is the merc way and you will see the same in this trilogy. *toto voice* loyalty!

family is duty. magic is power. honor is everything. <- literally them

if your favourite driver is Oscar Piastri...then i would recommend The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan

(young adult fantasy, book 1 of 5) "In 'The Lightning Thief' by Rick Riordan, seemingly troubled teenager Percy Jackson discovers his divine lineage as a demigod, embarks on a perilous quest with his friends to prevent a war among the gods."

wow guys i don't know what to tell you except oscar JACK piastri, SON of nicole and chris piastri, might literally be percy JACKSON (i have connected the dots, you haven't connected shit). your guy might have had a former illustrious career in undertaking dangerous quests and asking greek gods to pay child support, you should check.

if your favourite driver is Lando Norris...then i would recommend Magnolia Parks by Jessa Hastings

(adult contemporary romance, check tws, book 1 of an ongoing series) "In 'Magnolia Parks' by Jessa Hastings, a tumultuous love story unfolds between the beautiful and self-involved London socialite Magnolia Parks and Britain's notorious bad-boy BJ Ballentine, as they grapple with a dysfunctional relationship marked by heartbreak, secrets, and the enduring pull they feel towards each other."

picked this based on vibes, just pure vibes but immaculate ones. the drama, the glitz, the glam yes but also the family, friendship, and love found within the pages of this series. this is british gossip girl. i am telling you there is a vision here people.

(+ bonus review because this might be the only book on this list that has less (3.84) than 4+ stars on goodreads and i can't do him and y'all dirty like that: i personally didn't love the first book but the series really comes together and you truly get invested in these characters and their happiness, actually pretty excited to read more.

also if nothing else it's fun, just some brain popcorn)

if your favourite driver is Carlos Sainz...then i would recommend The Wrath and the Dawn by Renée Ahdieh

(young adult romance fantasy, check tws, book 1 of 2) "In a land ruled by a murderous boy-king, Shahrzad vows vengeance for her friend's death and becomes the next bride of the tormented Caliph Khalid, discovering unexpected love as she navigates the perilous palace of secrets and stories, torn between survival and the promise of retribution."

wow like you think he didn't step out of a magical retelling of 1001 nights? mhm but let's leave aside the fact i am still not convinced otherwise. carlos this year has shown his insane mega ultra galaxy brain, so i believe the plot of the wrath & the dawn would be something that would resonate with you. the quick wit and guile of the mc as she tries to carry out a revenge plot while trying to not get executed is only comparable to carlos coming up with his own race strategy mid race and cementing himself as the only non-rbr race winner in 2023. wow.

if your favourite driver is Charles Leclerc...then i would recommend The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

(historical romance fantasy, standalone) "The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller is an Iliad retelling, focusing on the deep and complex relationship between Achilles and Patroclus."

he has that sadness in his eyes that you only see in tragic greek myths etc etc. i will have to say, achilles walked so charles leclerc could race. *soft longing sigh* il predestinato and aristos achaion, the predestined and the best of the greeks. beloveds born and bathed in golden light. it just makes sense to me.

if your favourite driver is Alex Albon...then i would recommend Beach Read by Emily Henry

(adult contemporary romance, standalone) "A romance writer who no longer believes in love and a literary writer stuck in a rut engage in a summer-long challenge that may just upend everything they believe about happily ever afters."

i mean alex is a living-breathing romance novel of a man. BUT it hasn't always been sunshine and rainbows (helmut marko if i catch you). so i think any emily henry book but especially beach read captures the ups and downs of alex's journey so well compared to just any ole romcom (...but if i had to give one for the alex enjoyers then it would be Better Than the Movies by Lynn Painter, coincidentally also george and alex coded lmao).

but was it his remarkable drive back to f1 or the recent holiday beach pics that was the reason behind this rec? i guess we will never know

if your favourite driver is Logan Sargeant...then i would recommend Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

(young adult fantasy, book 1 of 3)"In 'Howl's Moving Castle' by Diana Wynne Jones, eldest daughter Sophie is cursed to age prematurely, the key to break the spell lies in the enigmatic Wizard Howl's castle. Sophie embarks on a quest to confront the Witch who cursed her all the while unraveling hidden truths about herself and Howl."

"let's bring it in and call it a day - let's look after of you." to "that's my girl" pipeline and vice versa. i know what you are.

but logang (the only one i know frfr) you deserve it okay? a cozy lil fantasy full of whimsy and wonder. tuck in and have some tea and cookies, pookies.

(i wanted to do the full grid but keep the teammates together and i haven't yet come up with something for all of em so there will be a part 2...? hopefully...?)

sources for summaries: thestorygraph and goodreads

[pigtailpoll]

BRACKET FINALLY DONE !!

bracket finally sorted , 128 characters ( out of over 500 submissions ) . i tried to make things as even as possible , but some pairings are a little lopsided because unfortunately things dont match up ideally liek that irl ^^;;

most ppl wanted to either include iconic characters or have them in an adjacent bracket . i agree that you cant have a pigtail poll and NOT include these icons , but i also agree that its not very exciting to have them in tha main race -- liek , you know theyre just gonna crush all tha little guys and make it to the end . so what we'll do is have tha eight most iconic pigtail wearers ( decided by highest number of submissions and also liek . generally popularity / we know theyre icons ) compete in their own bracket against eachother , and tha winner of THAT bracket will face off tha winner of tha main bracket in a final showdown . so basically this'll be liek what they do in real sports ( or so im told lol ) , where certain teams will get to skip some matches and move straight to tha finals

i cant zoom out far enough to take a screenshot of the bracket , it physically wont let me ( i used bracketfights dot com on desktop because it kept crashing on mobile ) . so i will put the pairings in order , going straight down the left side and then straight down the right side , in a bracket that looks like this ( ill purrobably edit this template with the names later but its almost 3 am and im dead tired , i just wanted to post tha update orz )

LEFT SIDE

RIGHT SIDE

1 asa mitaka ( chainsaw man ) 

2 izumo kamiki ( ao no exorcist ) 

3 ashley spinelli ( reccess )  

4 creepie ( growing up creepie ) 

5 bloody eye ( bloody mary ) 

6 boo ( monsters inc )

7 choso ( jjk ) 

8 muffet ( undertale ) 

9 sakura hanazono ( kaichou wa maid-sama ) 

10 mikan sakura ( gakuen alice ) 

11 shizuku mizutani ( my little monster ) 

12 retoree ( show by rock ) 

13 chiyo mihama ( azumanga diaoh )

14 maka albarn ( soul eater )

15 black rock shooter ( brs )

16 lyra ( pkmn ) 

17 jill ( drill dozer ) 

18 penny ( inspector gadget )

19 elizabeth midford ( kuroshitsuji ) 

20 anne halford ( sugar apple fairy tale ) 

21 lilie ( princess tutu ) 

22 jess ( badanamu ) 

23 yaya yuki ( shugo chara ) 

24 sana futaba ( magia record : pmm ) 

25 sana kurata ( kodomo no omocha ) 

26 makima kirameki ( re : creators ) 

27 cherry cookie ( cookie run ) 

28 twintelle ( ARMS ) 

29 bubbles utonium ( ppg ) 

30 yokune ruko ( UTAU ) 

31 entrapta ( she-ra and the pop ) 

32 ling xiaoyu ( tekken ) 

33 garu ( pucca )

34 sarasa watanabe ( kageki shoujo )  

35 mio naganohara ( nichijou ) 

36 joon yorigami ( touhou ) 

37 eleanor miller ( alvin and the chipmunks ) 

38 gosalyn mallard ( darkwing duck ) 

39 mallow ( pkmn ) 

40 love momozono ( fresh precure )

41 nadeshiko kagamihara ( yuru camp ) 

42 lotta zehybe ( charlie and lola ) 

43 gretchen grundler ( reccess ) 

44 angelica pickles ( rugrats ) 

45 pinky cooper ( pinky and pepper forever ) 

46 brat plutonium ( ppg ) 

47 dynamo ( ppg ) 

48 jinmay ( super robot money team hyperforce go ) 

49 xinyan ( genshin impact ) 

50 miyuki hoshizora ( smile precure ) 

51 hu tao ( genshin impact )

52 sal fisher ( sally face ) 

53 natsuki mamiya ( gogo sentai boukenger )

54 dee dee ( dexter's laboratory )  

55 princess morbucks ( ppg ) 

56 trixie carter ( american dragon jake long )   

57 popuko ( pop team epic ) 

58 biscuit krueger ( hunter x hunter ) 

59 celestia ludenberg ( dangan ronpa ) 

60 kagami hiiragi ( lucky star ) 

61 juliet starling ( lollipop chainsaw ) 

62 ruru amour ( hug itto! precure ) 

63 aki narukami ( misao ) 

64 rabi en rose ( di gi charat ) 

65 brianna dulce ( rainbow high )

66 aria blaze ( mlp : equestria girls )

67 ame-chan ( needy girl overdose )

68 aoi kanzaki ( kimetsu no yaiba )

69 sylvia christel ( no more heroes )

70 ginger breadhouse ( ever after high )

71 kohane azusawa ( project sekai )

72 bronya zaychik ( honkai impact 3rd )

73 saki tenma ( project sekai )

74 riruka dokugamine ( bleach )

75 draculara ( monster high )

76 ichigo momomiya ( tokyo mew mew )

77 ann takamaki ( persona 5 )

78 yayoi takatsuki ( THE iDOLM@STER )

79 hana makihatayama ( ojamajo doremi )

80 nina sakura ( ultra maniac )

81 rise kujikawa ( persona 4 )

82 shushang ( honkai star rail )

83 mei kusakabe ( my neighbor totoro )

84 lily hoshikawa ( zombie land saga )

85 dj cookie ( cookie run )

86 pippi longstocking ( pippi longstocking )

87 pink ( mahou shoujo magical destroyers )

88 piper pinwheeler ( robots )

89 valerie amaranth ( magical warrior diamond heart )

90 twin turbo ( uma musume : pretty derby )

91 tart ( tokyo mew mew )

92 nagisa shiota ( assassination classroom )

93 drossel von flügel ( fireball )

94 najika kazami ( kitchen princess )

95 chinatsu kuramoto ( flying witch )

96 vendetta ( making friends )

97 sorano appare ( appare-ranman! )

98 sunny madison ( rainbow high )

99 jenny wakeman ( my life as a teenage robot )

100 barbara ( genshin impact )

101 nico yazawa ( love live! )

102 ichika usami ( kirakira precure a la mode )

103 ruli ( aikatsu planet!)

104 hay lin ( w.i.t.c.h )

105 teto kasane ( UTAU )

106 marnie ( pkmn )

107 robin ( f ) ( fire emblem awakening )

108 hikaru hoshina ( star twinkle precure )

109 hilda valentine goneril ( fire emblem : three houses )

110 falulu ( pripara )

111 kagura izumi ( ressha sentai toqger )

112 nico niiyama ( kiznaiver )

113 tsunade ( naruto )

114 lucia nanami ( mermaid melody pichi pichi pitch )

115 raki kiseki ( aikatsu on parade! )

116 ranmaru kirino ( inazuma eleven go! )

117 emiru aisaki ( hug itto! precure )

118 q84 ( hello charlotte )

119 nozomi tojo ( love live! )

120 klee ( genshin impact )

121 mimi valentine ( vtube )

122 gerti giggles ( spy kids )

123 kitty cheshire ( ever after high )

124 orange blossom ( strawberry shortcake )

125 miku imamura ( denji sentai megaranger )

126 agitha ( loz : twilight princess )

127 glenda ( petite princess yucie )

128 pepper ( pinky and pepper forever )

[alainology]

I've come to make an announcement; Sals a bitch ass motherfucker, she pissed on my fucking wife. Thats right, she took her quilly dick out and she pissed on my fucking wife, and she said her dick was "This big" and I said that's disgusting, so I'm making a callout post on my tumblr dot com, Sal, you've got a small dick, it's the size of this walnut except WAY smaller, and guess what? Here's what my dong looks like: PFFFT, THAT'S RIGHT, BABY. ALL POINTS, NO QUILLS, NO PILLOWS. Look at that, it looks like two balls and a bong. She fucked my wife so guess what? I'm gonna fuck the Earth. THAT'S RIGHT THIS IS WHAT YOU GET, MY SUPER LASER PISS! Except I'm not gonna piss on the earth. I'm gonna go higher. I'M PISSING ON THE MOON! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, OBAMA? I PISSED ON THE MOON YOU IDIOT! YOU HAVE 23 HOURS BEFORE THE PISS DROPLETS HIT THE FUCKING EARTH NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I PISS ON YOU TOO.

FUCK YOU YOU BITCH I AM GOING TO EAT YOUR LIVER

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Half Empty

Author: sinnabonka

Artist: varlovian

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Destiel

Length: 30000

Warnings: canon-compliant temporary major character death, canon-typical violence, alcohol, blood, past abuse mention, temporary memory loss

Tags: psychological thriller, case fic if you squint, unreliable narrator, horror undertones, mind games, if you think some small detail matters it most probably does, metaphorical use of original characters for purposes of narrative, angst with a happy ending, fix-it fic

Posting Date: November 12, 2021

Summary: Raging storm, boundless cornfield surging, churning, like an angry ocean crashing its waves over steep shores. Dean comes to in the passenger seat of his car with no memory of what could have possibly brought him to the oddly named bar on the outskirts of the small town in the middle of nowhere. Investigating what first looks like a regular, run-of-the-mill missing people case and trying to bring back memories he’s lost, Dean ends up discovering truth he’d rather remain hidden. Welcome to Half Empty, where nothing is as it seems, and even shadows have secrets of their own.

Excerpt: “We should probably talk about what happened,” Sal starts carefully. “Remember anything? A name? A year?” Dean feels something twitch in the back of his head, as he spins the plate with the burgers mindlessly. “I know who I am,” he says with a huff. “Don’t Momento me just yet.”  A memory is fragmented: Rain patient in waking him. Cold touch of glass on his palm. The smell of gasoline.  Not puzzles, he realizes, but strips of paper out of a shredder. Lesser than words, just syllables, sounds.  “It was dark, couldn’t see shit,” Dean stumbles on the thought, shaking his head. He closes his eyes, marveling at the gleam and shine, finding no real worth in it -- just shards of glass smoothed by the ocean. Unprecious gems.  “Headlights were barely enough to see the lines on the road. Happened so fast...” he grabs at his head with another sharp pierce of pain. Growls, “The car started to skid.” He waits through the pain, breathing deep and slow. Outside the storm rages, the roar of the wind disturbingly resembling the one of the beast.  Sal’s voice startles him, soft: “What about some ice for your head, hon?” Dean looks through his fingers at her getting up and walking toward the bar, a low rumble of thunder following her like the train of a dress. Rolling through the place, the sound shudders and finally dies among the glasses clinking on the counter.  As Sal pulls the fridge door open, Dean’s eyes catch the poster taped to it (“Glass half empty? Just put more vodka in it!”). He picks up his burger and gets a bite of it. It tastes like nothing.  With his eyes trained at the front door, he keeps chewing -- waiting for the door to swing open. It doesn’t.  \*\*\* The road snakes among hills, endless. There’s turn after turn after turn, each next one bringing nothing but a new shade of black. The headlights cut through the veil of rain like flaming swords, fighting off the evil creeping on both sides of the road.  White dotted lines disappear under the hood, like the end credits of an old movie. The one he’ll never grow tired of. “What are we in the mood for?” Dean hears his own voice; distorted, but there can be no mistake.  He’s not driving and it never bothered him less, his fingertips running against the backs of cassette tapes in the box in his lap.  “Whatever you choose is fine,” comes the second voice, but the sound of it is odd, as if muffed by cotton in his ears.  Dean feels his lips curve into a smile, but the joy doesn’t follow. He looks down at the tapes’ names written with a black sharpie, but can’t make out any of them. His hand hovers over one, then moves to another.  And when he wants to turn his head to look at the face of the driver -- He can’t.

DCBB 2021 Posting Schedule

[fat-cat-cathy]

Via Crystal McBootay & Sal W Hanna dot com #faceswap #boud

https://curvypinup.tumblr.com/post/115293663758/boudoir-shoot

[kordate]

happy hobbit day!

i drew this the last time i re-read the series, it’s a quote from the first chapter

[kkoffin]

“no one takes this seriously” “okay well yeah they do but why r u hanging out with them anyways it’s actually ur fault”

anyways it’s not a matter of “don’t listen to this person they hurt my feelings” it’s a matter of talking to you being a literal waste of time. everything you say is intellectually dishonest, you have no actual intention for honest debate, you speak in fluent rhetoric. You just want “terf destroyed” moments you can brag about on 4chan or some shit, so your bubble of equally stupid, misogynistic buddies can circlejerk to it.

Literally anything else i can imagine is a better use of time than arguing with you. reading a book, going for a walk, calling your mum, making a tea, watching a movie. Literally anything else would intellectually develop a person more than engaging with some brain dead take you’ve placed on their blog.

yes i engage with you; only because i enjoy sharing your stupid comments with friends and laughing at how ridiculous they are, and how seemingly everything goes over your head. You are a brilliant example to provide when someone asks what intellectual dishonesty is. Alas, i will confess, it’s still a better idea for me to spend the time reading. I don’t block people on tumblr, but from here on I’ll be attempting to pick up a book instead, every time i’m tempted to reply to something you’ve reblogged of mine. I’ll also keep note of each reblog, including previous ones, and i’ll be donating a dollar to women’s sex-based rights groups for each, starting with helping fund Sal Grover’s legal fees.

If any radfems r reading this please be inspired to do the same for this guy and other trolls. A) it’s really funny, and B) if ur taking the time to read it or type something else, you may as well spend the same time reading that literature you’ve been meaning to finish

i will be posting screenshots of donations, assuming it doesn’t include any personal information.

I’d also hope this inspires you, dear hobsgamchill, to do the same. every time ur tempted to reply to some radfem on tumblr dot com, take a tally of a dollar to donate, and go read something. sometimes im honestly concerned for ur health the way you seemingly spend 23 hours a day scrolling radfem tags on tumblr

I just think it’s funny how “no nut November” turned every male friend, every feminist boy, every so-thought “ally” into my extremist muslim step dad for the month.

Suddenly it’s funny and cool again to tell women to cover up, get mad at them for existing, telling them they should stay out of men’s sight.

Very revealing to realise almost every man sexualises almost every woman, even his friends. Funny how women don’t act at all the same when chaste.

The fact that the words give me, a woman, a horrible feeling in my stomach should be proof enough of what i’m talking about

[atsukashii]

ily and ur writing so much 🥺🥺 I'm caught up on practically everything u've posted, so while I wait (im)patiently for new works NO RUSH THO, can u rec any writers u may follow that post stuff u just lOVE to read???

I usually use fics as a distraction from anxiety/panic attacks and my heart doing the palpitating thing which actually makes me wonder if my heart med is working??? bc its happening rn yay 🙃 so I usually go for fluff or h/c stuff

holy shit everything?!?!? 😮😮 aaahhhhh thank you so much 💕 i’m so glad that my writing can give you some sort of escape. send you all the hugs in the world anon!!!

also can I rave about my fave writers on a public platform? ummm fuck yes I can.

These are in no particular order and I think I’ve missed some people but if you check my recommended tag there are even more there too!! Oh I’m also recommending fics here!

haikyuu!

@elysianslove (sfw + nsfw) - sal writes some of the best hc’s and drabbles ever, and the way that she writes for kuroo has my heart going boom boom every time.

faves : unintentional flustering things & the little things

@kotarotea (sfw) - guys don't get me started on alyssa's writing okay, because her blog has made me laugh and cry more times then i can count (I'm looking dead at you in another life) her writing is top notch and is definitely one of my absolute favourite people on this site. Oh also her fake texts are pretty neat!

faves : the waiting game (read it ages ago and is one of my fave iwa fics to this day) & random text with bf iwa this one gives me all the feeeelllsss

@hvnlydmn (sfw)- ains writing can heal all of the worlds problems i stg. her atsumu is simply divine and i frequently read her writing. but seriously she will make anyone into an atsumu simp and you'll thank her for it.

faves : haikyuu boys comforting you & haikyuu boys reactions when they accidentally wake you up from a nap its just too fucking cute i can't not share it

@adoringhaikyuu (sfw + nsfw) - if you don't know who they are then y'all aren't living. their drabbles are honestly some of the most amazing haikyuu pieces i've ever read. And they write for a whole lot of people - also the angst will kill your soul

faves : when they realise they want to marry you & rejects you and regrets it - this made my heart actually hurt when reading it

@taurue (sfw) - jin has written my favourite iwaizumi fic that i have ever read (bad news) and is one of the main reasons i love that man with my heart and soul. she also writes for mha as well as haikyuu so literally you're getting double with this one. shes a treasure and her writing is *chefs kiss* perfection

faves : bad news (iwaizumi x reader) seriously read it, you'll thank me later & down bad (atsumu fluff that is so fucking precious i love it with all my soul)

my hero academia

@dimplesum (sfw) - faye writes for both mha & hq, but it doesn't matter what you read, her work is god tier. her blog is so aesthetically pleasing and her writing even more so, she's one of my top recs for suuurrreeeee

faves : i'm not your fangirl (bakugou x reader) & baked love (bakugou x reader)

@myherowritings (sfw+ nsfw) - sof is the king of bnha x reader as far as i'm concerned and her smau's are on another level. even if you aren't a massive fan of the character of one of her smau's i promise you will be by the end, no joke this is what happened to me in her shinsou smau turn on your airdrop.

faves : number neighbour (bakugou smau) & turn on your airdrop (shinsou smau)

@katsuverse (sfw + nsfw) - i cannot say enough about this talented girl. I have been watching mich's blog grow since day one and the way that her writing and style has evolved is really fucking beautiful. her writing is the bomb dot com and her katsuki is ✨ f l a w l e s s ✨

faves : bakugou's reaction to his crush's haircut, made with love (bakugou x reader) & hypothesis honey (bakugou nsfw smau)

Also i cannot stress this enough, if one of these blogs requests that under 18's do not interact or if they state that under 18's should not view some of their content please for the love of god respect their wishes.

thank you.

[somediyprojects]

Sew by Row stitched by Julie Rumans of Hemlock and Rye Stitchery. Pattern ($9.98) designed by Lori Holt.

“I finished It’s Sew Emma Sew By Row almost on time with the Fat Quarter Shop SAL, but I never posted my FFO! I left off the very bottom row of the pattern and used Lady Dot Creates velveteen to finish into a pillow. Stitched on 36 count Picture This Plus linen in “Zephyr” with Aurifil Aurifloss from the Prim set curated by beelori1, fqsxstitch, and itssewemma.”

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here and I've been holding back on this song for a Pod Squad centric episode (Dallas makes it all the better), so I'm excited for us to talk about Mars. While any song about going to war makes me think of Alex (and "there is goodness in the heart of every broken man" is such a good Malex line after this season), I really think this song captures past Pod Squad's (Nora, Theo, Louise) war leading into present Pod Squad struggles both with their own identities and with Jones in general.

So, first things first! I got some early sneak peek news about something amazing that’s coming inspired by our little chats I can’t wait to flail with you all about it so stay tuned!! Now, on to the song!

 I was hoping we would get more on Alex’s military background this season and we could talk about this song then because it’s very Alex, but this is such an interesting concept and I’m very excited to talk about this one! 

we laid our names to rest along the dotted line. we left our date of birth and our history behind.

we were full of life, we could barely hold it in. we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering.

Oooooh, this is giving me thinky thoughts about all the alien kids and how they basically had their memories and histories wiped out and were tossed into a hostile world in the middle of wars and conflicts they knew nothing about. I’m especially thinking of the “strangers to suffering” line and how that doesn’t apply so much to teen Alex, Michael, and Dallas, but very much so to Isobel and Max and how that moment in the desert as kids changed them.

we made our families proud but scared at the same time. we promised we’d be safe, another lie from the front lines.

our backs against the wall, we’re surrounded and afraid. our lives now in the hands of the soldiers taking aim.

Now this one for sure gives me vibes for everyone! Liz, Rosa, and Kyle all lying to their parents who have NO idea what’s going on, Isobel and Max lying to Ann when Isobel was sick and dying and when Max DID die and was in the pod, and Michael and Alex lying to each other about how they each tried to keep the other safe by pushing them away 😭😭😭😭 I’m also thinking about how often so many of them have had their lives in the hands of the enemy and barely escaped. It’s too much!!😭

our questions ricochet like broken satellites: how our bodies, born to heal, become so prone to die?

Well this is just Max vibes all over the place! But I’m also thinking about Liz dying and being brought back and wanting answers to all those questions, and also Alex and how he survived three tours and a catastrophic injury and still has been consistently in danger of death since he got back home and how much more worried he and Michael will be about each other now that they know how good things can be, and how much worse it will be now to loose the other.

though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end, by slowing down enough, a second chance to make amends. as life replayed, we heard a voice proclaim:

“lay your weapons down! they’re calling off the war on account of losing track of what we’re fighting for.”

so we found our way back home, let our cuts and bruises heal. while a brand-new war began, one that no one else could feel.

This is a show about second chances (especially with young love which is why I’m so sad we didn’t get the “Noah suppressed Isobel’s connection to a possible high school sweetheart” storyline but that’s another post entirely *cries in Belmanes*), and making amends for long old wounds (NOT YOU Wyatt!) and how that can help bring healing. And “calling off the war” is something I HOPE we get to see in the future because I’ve been waiting for a “warring forces team up to defeat bigger evil” (where is Flint? This would be a great way to work in a redemption arc for him!), but I do like that no matter what any of the groups parents were fighting, our present day team is forging a new path forward. And I love the nod to PTSD here, and how each person struggles with the mental and emotional scars of the past.

our nights have grown so long. now we beg for sound advice. “let the brokenness be felt ’til you reach the other side. there is goodness in the heart of every broken man who comes right up to the edge of losing everything he has.”

we were young enough to sign along the dotted line.

now we’re young enough to try to build a better life. to build a better life.

“let the brokenness be felt/’til you reach the other side” makes me think of what Arizona told Michael about reopening the wound in his mind in order to fully heal and how (almost) everyone is working to better themselves, and own up to and apologize for mistakes they’ve made that have hurt other people, which helps that person in their healing journey. I also love the very end which is, of course, very Malex, but it’s also what Dallas and Heath are working on, what Liz is trying to do with her science, what Kyle hopes to achieve, and what Isobel is feeling called to do, and what Sanders tried to provide for Michael as best he could, and what Max wants to make sure happens even at the expense of himself, and all Rosa ever wanted a chance to do: build a better life. 

[maevesdarling]

Take me home tonight

Sooo, I decided to post chapter 1 of the story @unicorn-cloud and I have been cooking up for a while. This plays post series in an alternative universe. There’s mentions of gore and canon typical violence in both this and the second chapter, basically Walt is not dealing with things as good as he thought... I’m not sure how many chapters this story will have, probably around 3 to 4, also please be kind to me it’s been a long time since I uploaded my works to Tumblr, thx!  

Chapter 1: The Call

Later, after he put his gun and badge down and moves further away from the border, Walt gets a call from an unknown number. He contemplates not picking up. It's been years since Kiki's death and operation Leyenda. He thinks, for a moment, that it could be Miguel Angel, calling him from his jail cell to taunt him, but no, he's not important enough to that man and besides, Miguel Angel doesn't wield as much power as he used to.

There are others. New players in this fucked up game, Walt knows that. He saw them rising on the horizon like a looming thunderstorm, ready to destroy the earth in it's path. But for now, he decided to enjoy his peace. His back's been bothering him more as of lately and he's got a few more grey hairs. He quit smoking about a year ago, after his doctor told him to do so. He's had a few setbacks since then, a half finished pack is always hidden underneath his kitchen sink, just in case he needs a fix. But overall, he's trying to stay away from the cigarettes and eat more healthy, even though the microwavable dinners at the supermarket look damn tempting, especially since it's only himself he's cooking for.

He's up in Colorado these days. The DEA was kind enough to leave him with a nice sum of retirement money, probably to shut him up after all the shit he pulled of during his career and to be fair he doesn't blame them.

He buys a nice enough house on the outskirts of town, with some additional property, a rundown barn and an old apple tree orchard that he has no plan on using. The weather's less hot, and there's a few lakes where he can fish, but otherwise, it's pretty much like any other town he's lived in. The dark red sandstones dotting the farmland remind him of Mexico. Of sitting in the hot sun and watching a small airfield in the distance, with a pair of binoculars in his hand. Sal's voice next to him asking about their next move. It's nostalgic in a way.

The first day, after he finished dropping off his stuff in the small, rundown house, he sets off to drive around, get familiar with the place. He finds a shabby bar, a small supermarket, a post office, a family owned diner and a few farms, with cows and hundreds of chickens roaming the surrounding fields, that sell local products. Over time, he ventures out further and discovers some more bars, supermarkets and, to his surprise, a gay club.

It's well hidden, two cities over, wedged between an antique bookstore and a barbershop. It looks nothing like a club from outside, and from the inside, it's hardly distinguishable from any other bar Walt has ever set foot in. But he knows where to look, it's something you learn over time.

The first time he orders a drink, his eyes fall on a guy sitting on the other end of the bar. Dark hair and dark eyes, with a bristly moustache. He's wearing a black cowboy hat and a jeans jacket, it's not what he would have worn. Plus he only looks a slight bit like Sal, his face is much older, more weathered from years of hard work in the sun, but it's enough for Walt to give in to his yearning.

He buys Not-Sal a drink and they fall into an easy chatter. Two hours later, Walt is driving him back to his house. Not-Sal is more experienced than Walt had thought when he starts undressing him with steady hands, his fingers touching in all the right places, he's already prepared, as if he'd been expecting this to happen, and doesn't mind it when Walt accidentally let's Sal's name slip at the height of his pleasure.

They lie together afterwards, sharing a cigarette between them, neither of them ready to leave yet. Walt is slowly falling asleep to the feeling of another person combing their hands through his hair. When he wakes up the next morning, the house is empty. There's a note on his kitchen table, a short thank you message, that's it. Next time he's at the club, Not-Sal is gone. He finds someone else. A different man, with dark hair, dark eyes and a friendly face, and then another and another. Some of the men he brings over are kind, they'll stay the night and sometimes even the morning, to share a quick meal with him before they move on, others leave almost immediately after they finish. Some of them yell out Walt's name as they come, others don't. And some yell out another man's name, but that's okay because so is Walt.

He's careful with the company he keeps. Always making sure that no one sees him leaving the club with another man, driving different routes back home and of course he's always stocking up on enough condoms because he's not stupid, he knows how important protection is.

Even though he's had a few men over, none of them return for longer than a couple of times. Its fun, to fill the mornings with senseless chatter, and to fall asleep in another person's arms. But they're not Sal.

He's longing for him. Even after all those years he's still longing for him. It's been three, almost four years since he last heard from Sal. He was moving to San Francisco. The DEA wanted someone new up there and Sal was growing tired of the shit hole they had placed him in after Mexico. They had called each other almost everyday, sometimes they would even meet each other, for a quick chat and an even quicker fuck. There was never enough time.

Sal wanted to call him back, he promised, once he was in San Francisco, to call him every day. Write a postcard. But nothing came. The telephone was silent for two whole months and Walt was desperate. First, he checked the newspapers for any missing or recently deceased people, when that search came up empty, he started to search the phone book for Sal's new address but of course that came up empty as well. He kept buying new phone books, just in case and by now, there was a small bookcase filled with old phone books in his house, and not a single one held an address for Sal Orozco. It was almost like he never exited. Only Walt's memory kept him from going insane. The fading photos on his wall, the one he kept in his wallet, next to a picture of Greg and his family. One of Sal's shirts he forgot in Walt's apartment in Texas, it had long stopped smelling of him, but nevertheless, Walt would pick it up and inhale deeply, thinking that the ghost of Sal's smell was still there, etched into the fabric. He slept with the shirt, on those nights when he woke up drenched in sweat, screaming and with a thundering heart. He wrenched his eyes open but he saw them anyway, Amat, Ossie, Danilo, sometimes even Kiki. He saw them die, he saw their bodies, bruised, burned, riddled with bullets, standing in front of his bed, he could hear them calling out his name. "You killed us, Walt." They'd point at him, blood dripping from their fingertips onto his bedsheets. Those nights were the worst. Sometimes they could only be stopped with an entire bottle of whiskey.

The dreams had gotten better since he found the dog. The dog didn't have a name. He was a stray, with dark, golden fur and dirty white paws. He picked him up on his way home from an unsuccessful night at the club, the dog was covered in ticks and fleas, one eye had been badly bruised and he was tied to a tree by the side of the road. Clearly abandoned. He expected the dog to bark at him, or worse, bite him, when he kneeled down beside him to untie him, but instead, it sat down in front of Walt and started wagging it's tail, as if he'd known Walt all his life. He took the dog in and gave it a bath, making sure that no ticks or fleas survived, before driving him to the vet the next morning to check out his eye. The vet couldn't save it and so Walt decided to take him in, just another broken thing keeping his company.

He put a collar on the dog and called him his, they slept in the same bed and sat on the couch together, watching football games and stupid action movies. The dog went fishing on the lake with him, even though he was no big help in catching the fish, he also liked to run around the orchard and sit on the front porch to sleep, and Walt liked to sit beside him and think, scratching behind his fluffy ears. Sometimes he wondered if Sal liked dogs. What he'd say if he met his dog.

The other animals were intentional. Walt bought a couple of chickens to sell their eggs at the local farm, and to keep himself busy. Then he renovated the old barn as best as he could and bought three goats to sell their meat, but once he saw them in their pen, he decided they weren't going to the slaughter house and kept them for their milk instead. He also fixed up the orchard as best as he could and started collecting the apples. Soon the onslaught of apples was too much for him to handle and so he collected them in a few boxes, along with the chicken eggs and sold them to the nearest farm. Surprisingly, the people around town started knowing him once he started visiting the farm more frequently. He would have regular conversations with some of them and at some point, even started looking forward to see them. He didn't go to the town hall meetings, or to Sunday mass, and the people had been weary of him, but once they saw him with his dog and the boxes of apples in his trunk, they warmed up to him.

He enjoyed his new life. It wasn't luxurious, but that wasn't what he wanted for himself anyway. He was no Miguel Angel. He didn't need a fleet of private planes and a couple of hotels to be happy.

The phone rang again and reminded him of his current situation. The dog had stopped wagging it's tail on the couch beside him and was looking at him with his one eye, almost as if he was saying "what are you waiting for?"

And so Walt picked up the phone, fully expecting Jamie or Ed or someone else from the DEA to yell at him to get his ass back to Mexico.

"Hello... is this Walt Breslin?" The phone slipped from his grasp and fell, he caught it in his suddenly sweaty palms, pressing the shell back against his ear. Three years silence could not erase the memory of that voice. Hushed conversations between them, hiding behind a parked car as they watched over a suspect, a gasp and then a low moan, while Walt kept hitting that one spot inside him, that set Sal's body on fire, a chatty conversation over two mugs of steaming coffee in a diner that ended with both of them laughing hysterically. Walt had enough memories for an entire lifetime with that voice, he would recognize it anywhere.

"Sal-" He breathed, rearranging the phone against his ear.

"Is- Walt is that you? Oh my god- fuck- I found you!" There was a short pause on the other end of the phone and for a moment Walt thought he was imagining things, then Sal's voice returned. "I- I'm sorry, Walt. I'm so sorry-" He sobbed, apologizing over and over.

"Sal- How did you find me? Wh- Are you alright? Is- do you need help?"

"No, no, I'm fine, Walt. I am. I just- fuck- I missed you so much. Where are you? I called you're old address so many times- I thought something happened to you…"

"Shh, I'm okay. I'm in Colorado. Small town near Denver. I'll give you the address… That is… If you want me to…"

"Yes! I mean... yes I want- I want to see you. If that's okay. I need to- need to know you're okay."

He contemplated with himself wether to ask this or not, but in the end, Walt did it anyways. "It's been three years, Sal. Why did you never call? What's changed?" Another sobb from the other end of the line. "I'll tell you. In person. Friday? Is that okay for you?" Walt squinted at his calendar. Friday was in two days, he needed to clean the house, buy some groceries and pack the car for Sunday's apple delivery.

"Yeah, Friday works."

"Alright. I'll see you on Friday… Walt… I missed you."

"… Missed you too Sal."

He put the phone down slowly, feeling like he was still in a dream. The dog had noticed something was off about his behavior and was staring at him in concern. " 's alright bud, I'm just… surprised, is all. We'll meet a friend of mine on Friday. I hope you'll like him…"

Lost in his thoughts, Walt began his evening routine, closing the chicken pen, checking on the goats and refilling the dogs food in case he got hungry during the night, only when the brown cibbles hit the kitchen tiles did he notice his thoughts slipping off. The only thing on his mind was Sal. Sal with his kind face and the warm, dark brown eyes, Sal wrapping an arm around his hips and pulling him closer, Sal whispering into Walt's ear. A hushed love confession neither of them dared to talk about. So, so many memories they shared between them, how was he supposed to wait any longer to see him again?

Friday couldn't come soon enough.

[elysianslove]

hey hey sal pls. don't worry abt it!! that's understandable! sometimes i disappear for like a week. really. you don't have to say sorry! and u don't have to post content every time u like disappear for a few days. i know how tiring it is handling a blog. and u have a life outside tumblr so we really understand if you're not active everyday.

anyways the notif thingy is back now!! how are you sal?

thank you lovely, it genuinely means so much to get messages like these. n it’s honestly not like i’m doing much 😭 i just couldn’t bring myself to log on yk? but thank you for being understanding!!

and yeah the inbox thing was so weird 😭 i couldn’t see anything at all?? i get a little blue dot on the inbox icon but i still don’t see how many :/ it‘s fine though so long as i get alerted again hebsjnd

and i’m fine my love!!! how are you?

[nyanbinary-zack-foster]

Hello Sal. My dear friend and beloved mutual on the Hellscape we all collectively call Tumblr dot com. We have not spoken in a while, as my dash has been over run by Minecraft Roleplay and it has drowned out any other content I could hope to consume. Apologizes for that 💛. But Speaking of mc craft related content, it appears, in an act of hubrius, I have accidentally used you, my dear beloved mutual, to gain clout on my minecraft sideblog 😳. (I don't know why I've decided to write my ask like this I'm so sorry I just don't know how to phrase thas and am just Naturally Very Dramatic) On a more serious note, rember like, two hours ago when you found out that That Dude From Bleach and Philza Minecraft are (visually) the same person? It reminded me of a few similar posts I'd seen of people finding out about the batshit stuff that happens on the SMP and reacting like Normal Human Being because they have not become numb and suspended their disbelief an outrageous amount and I thought."huh. Wouldn't it be funny if I put a few if those posts together in one place 🤔🤔🤔" and then I did. And then I checked the notes a few hours later expecting, like, a hundred notes but it got. A couple more. Than a hundred notes. And I feel it is the polite thing to do to tell u I used ur post for Tumblr Clout. Also Holy Shit tumblr taking away the ask limit when ur off anon was a MISTAKE I should not have this much power I am sorry if getting things ur inbox is intimating. Anyway, best wishes 💛 (also my mcblr is strwbrryten if u wanna see the post lol)

This is what I get for recording for 4 hours. I get made into a fool.

You've helped me make a decision at least.

Finally I have a reason to have minecraft windows 10 edition.

[birdmitosis]

LOL I'M SORRY, I feel a little bad but 😍 this is such a beautiful post... aaaahhhhh thank you for answering..........

"she felt like a shelf full of glass jars constantly shaking and dropping everything onto the floor" is such an amazing way to put it... :D AND LOL Cold never seeing anything it does as flirting is so funny, she would.

IT'S TRUE WE'VE ALREADY DISCUSSED THAT ONE I could've skipped it but it just feels like such an obvious one to ask, dglhsdgkjghs. I love all your thoughts on them anyways :3

Their imposter syndromes break my heart, Sal 😭 how dare you /vvpos -- I just love how they're both aware of how others respond to their particular forms of trauma response and it bothers them in ways they don't want to admit even to themselves -- weh.

Awwweh, the "Dots" nickname! That's so cute? I love Cold turning those markings she hates into a slightly more positive thing! I also like Para liking to use the nicknames the others give Cold, though, and knowing to avoid the ones that make them feel bad, she's so insightful and pays so much attention 😭

Everything about the argument makes perfect sense (I too think Para apologizes pretty quickly once she calms down, and it fits so well that Cold doesn't usually apologize verbally but tries to make up for it + fix the behavior)... AND THE WHISTLING... I am melting. I love everything about the whistling headcanon, help 💞💞💞

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ANSWERING THIS SAL, I am so so happy :D I love it all and it all feels sooooo fuckin accurate, I always adore your thoughts on these two! 💖

For ParaCold... Pre-Relationship 6, General 6, General 13, Love 11, Love 13, and/or Domestic Life 12? (Yes I am asking a lot, feel free to only answer one of these if you'd prefer! I just love your thoughts on them always~)

(I freakin' knew you'd come at me with the asking sheet lol /aff /pos)

Ship Questions Redux

Pre-relationship 6. What was their flirting stage like?

Veeeeery awkward. At least from Paranoid's perspective; the moment she started consciously flirting, she felt like a shelf full of glass jars constantly shaking and dropping everything onto the floor. She'd go out of her way to compliment Cold's additions to any convo or their appearance, all while sweating bullets and feeling like a giant fuckin' buffoon.

Cold, meanwhile, never registered anything he did as 'flirting', but when they saw Para actively flirting, it found the sight very amusing, and started going out of its way to compliment her back and even say some suggestive lines (cue Paranoid.exe stopping working and going into overdrive)

General 6. How do their personalities complement each other? How do they clash?

I mean– we already talked about this at lenght like aikskdmdjdmd

Cold is uniquely equipped to help Paranoid calm her nerves and look at situations with a more pragmatic view, while Para can make Cold consider being less reckless if only for other sakes, how they can read each other, the way their actions often clash but also helps them grow– aaaaaaaagggghhhh

General 13. Which one thinks they aren't good enough for the other, if at all?

Oh, they both have their own form of Imposter Syndrome.

Para knows she can unlikable to others, with how intense and inquisitive she can be, and she knows it's hard to approach her when she's already expecting the worst from others. And that's fine!! She can live like that, it's safer if others don't even try to approach cuz she seems a bit too prickly. And she often wonders if Cold would've felt the same if they weren't born from the same being–

Cold knows it's difficult. Knows others find it unsettling or menacing. And it's fine with that, really, it's a flattery that so many people think of it as an uniquely evil being. And Paranoid is no exception, she was definitely afraid of it in multiple occasions, but she still puts it aside to try and work with them. They're sure she wouldn't want anything to do with it if it didn't insistently follow her and got into her personal space, but it selfishly wants her attention. And if they're evil and scary and dangerous anyway, why bother if it's being a little selfish too?

Love 11. What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

I like the idea of Cold calling Para 'Dots' cuz of her plumage patterns. A cuter way to look at the markings that triggers Paranoid so much. She was very taken aback by it when it was first used, but didn't mind it and even came to like it.

I think Para definitely calls Cold some of the many nicknames the others gave her to tease her. 'Cool Guy' is one of her favorites for this. Avoids names like 'heartless' tho, cuz she noticed how those seem to actually get to Cold (it's very subtle, but she learned to read him at this point).

Love 13. How do they make up after an argument? Who is the first to apologize?

Depends on the argument, and how much one was at fault over the other. Para definitely apologizes as soon as she realizes she was being unfair/going a bit too far. Cold doesn't verbally apologize– almost never, but it does change its behavior when they notice how it upsets others and tries to make up for their actions through other ways.

Domestic Life 12. Who likes to dance with, or sing for, the other?

I know many have Cold with good singing voice hcs, but personally, I think he'd rather whistle than sing. And they have a very haunting but weirdly beautiful whistle, and can make many melodies with it. Para finds it weirdly comforting, so Cold will sometimes whistle for her.