#so it's a twofer

[epoxyconfetti]

See, but then we wander from modesty land into nepotism territory. We can't have that now can we?

Hello! I've found myself with the wonderful problem of abundance. I'm pretty new to Star Trek books. Obviously I should read yours, but as a fellow fan with more experience, did you have any favorites? There's a really extensive section at my local used book store and I barely know where to start!

From my point of view, you should seek out:

Anything by Peter David

Anything by Vonda McIntyre

Anything by Judith and Garfield Reeves-Stevens

Anything by A. C. Crispin

And most particularly: Anything by John M. Ford

That should get you started. :)

HTH!

[nonbinary-arsonists]

cave meetcute :)

Amphibiuary Days 13 + 14

[lizasweetling]

... We're bopping back and forth too much- Klaus is absolutely not still at the timestop epicenter.

Also: Khrizhan is losing the forest for the trees. Assuming your enemies fortunately evade the brunt of your stratagem is the basis of most all long term tactics. and assuming that a strong Spark would get ahold of an Insanely Overpowered Weapon, or get access to one or more Insanely Overpowered Companion is obvious, especially when he knows He'll be in the timestop and whoever conspires to take it down will not be.

that is an obvious part of the situation he made and assuming he wouldn't plan for that to be the case is ridiculous.

Meanwhile, the headspace involved in being a mob of spunky girl sidekicks is complex and not always as easy to follow as the mind of the type of guy that attracts them....

[ok-boomerang]

Hey Lena!

Zutara Drabble # 5 & 8, please. ^.^

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” & “Wanna bet?”

Katara knocked once, briefly, on the Fire Lord’s office door before pushing it open and inviting herself in. She and Zuko had worked together for so long—had been friends for so long—that they no longer had the need, or the patience, for a semblance of formality.

Katara supposed that on some unlucky day in the future she might walk in on him practicing his Iroh impression, or worse (better?), with his pants down. But per usual, the Fire Lord was merely at his desk, head in hand, as his glazed-over eyes scanned some boring parchment.

“Hey Zuko,” chirped Katara, feeling herself almost expand upon seeing him, upon seeing the transformation of his face when his eyes fell on her—the subtle widening of his right eye, the easy smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“Hey,” he said in response, setting his parchment aside and giving her his full attention. A piece of hair had fallen out of his top knot. “My favorite ambassador—"

“Mhm, whatever,” she joked back. “Funny how I become the favorite every time the fishing waters treaty is up for renewal—"

“You’re always my favorite, I just happen to point it out at specific times.”

Katara rolled her eyes, even though she felt her cheeks warm a little at Zuko’s words.

“Anyway,” she said, shrugging off that impossibility, “I’m just delivering the report on the healers in Fire Fountain City.” She handed him another piece of parchment, which Zuko took with some hesitation.

“The report on the healers—?” he muttered, eyes scanning the page. “But I didn’t need this for a couple more days—”

“Yes, well, Tanriq invited me to the Fire Lantern Festival tomorrow evening, so I got it done early.”

She watched as Zuko’s eyes stopped scanning the parchment, but he didn’t look up.

“Tanriq?” For some reason, his voice had gone up in pitch.

“Do you know another Tanriq?” Katara asked, curious at Zuko’s confusion.

“The—the ambassador from the Northern Water Tribe?”

“Of course,” said Katara slowly.

“You’re—together?”

“No,” she said immediately, and then chided herself. “I mean—I’m giving him a chance. So…maybe in the future? We’ll see how it goes—”

“It’s not going to go well,” Zuko interrupted her.

Katara blinked at him. “Huh?”

“I mean,” Zuko said, bringing his hands in front of him on the desk and rolling them together. “I just mean—it’s just a little odd, the two of you—the Fire Lantern Festival—"

“What’s so odd about it?” Katara asked, half surprised and half curious about the issue Zuko saw that she couldn’t. “I like festivals.”

“Right, but do you like them with Tanriq? I—I dunno you will.”

“Sure, he’s a little boring—”

“He doesn’t know you at all!” Zuko interjected, and then quieted, shifting his eyes. But he continued. “I mean, will he know to take you to the food stalls that sell ocean kumquats? Will he take you dancing early enough so you don’t miss the tsungi horn players?”

Katara laughed. “I can tell him not to!” she pointed out. “You don’t need to be worried for me, I’m sure we’ll have a fine time—”

“Wanna bet?”

Katara stared at him. “Do I want to…make a bet about whether I’ll enjoy myself on a date?”

“Um,” said Zuko, shifting in his seat so that the chair squeaked. The panic on his face did not match the regality of his formal robes. “No, that was uncalled for, sorry,” he said. “I—I—”

And as Zuko stuttered, and Katara stared at Zuko’s rapidly reddening cheeks, she came to an unlikely—but perhaps possible?—conclusion.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. She had to fight the urge to clap a hand to her mouth in horror. And if Zuko had looked skeptical whatsoever, she would have curled in on herself and scurried out the door like a goat dog with its tail between its legs. And then possibly quit her job and moved to the Foggy Swamp.

But Zuko didn’t look skeptical. Zuko did not calmly and coolly reject her suggestion. Instead, he noisily backed up his chair, stood, buried his hands in his hair, and yelped, “Me?! Jealous?! No—no, definitely not!” And then he laughed like an unhinged hyena leopard.

“I—” Katara started, over what sounded like the beginnings of a panic attack. “I—um,” she said, reminding herself that she was a waterbending master and teacher to the Avatar and she was not scared of anything—“I won’t go with him. If you—um—if you don’t want me to,” she said, knowing that her tone had drastically changed from teasing to serious.

Zuko’s laughter died down and he matched her serious expression. “Katara, no—I would never try to insert myself in your personal life—I’m sorry, I just got, um—” he paused, but didn’t finish his sentence.

“Can I take your bet then?”

“What?”

“But for the other side. I bet you I won’t have a nice time with Tanriq.”

“I—look—I was being childish—of course you’ll have a nice time—”

“Maybe,” she said, and Zuko’s face fell for the briefest moment before he schooled it to one of impassive regard once more. “But I think I’ll have a nicer time with someone who knows me better, like you said.”

Zuko looked away from her and stretched his arm behind him to rub the back of his neck. “I think you should go with whoever you want to go with,” he muttered.

Katara wanted to scream. But…she did want this more than she wanted to scream. “You,” she said, only a smidge of frustration in her voice. “I’d rather go with you.”

Zuko’s eyes snapped to hers. “Oh? Is that—is that—is that right?”

“If, um, if you want to,” she murmured, suddenly feeling her mortification rise. What if she’d gauged this wrong? She did get along with Hu in the Foggy Swamp. She could totally start a new life there.

“Yes,” Zuko said immediately. “I mean—yes. I do want.” His eyes were boring into hers.

“Um, great,” she said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “So…I’ll tell Tanriq nevermind…and you’ll just need to tell your guards—”

“No,” Zuko said, leaning forward now, and Katara felt her blood thrill. “Many of the festival goers will wear masks. We can too.

“Really? But I don’t have a mask—"

“Don’t worry, I have an idea for us.”

[exotoxoxo]

@userdramas event 09: icon Jang Man Wol's iconic outfits in Hotel Del Luna done in Renè Gruau's iconic fashion illustrations

[idledoll]

Diggin'

[hopeinthebox]

tagged by my beloveds @cordiallyfuturedwight and @aprylynn for the july list <33 i'm terribly afraid the glen powell of it all got to me this july and thus..

you can find this country music for beginners playlist here and check out lizzy's guide to the delicate art of making a playlist for a breakdown from yours truly if you feel so inclined <33

tagging my musical favs if they haven't already: @thvinyl @kimtaegis @jihopesjoint @visionsofgideontheninth @hoseeok @eoieopda @monismochi <333 and your lovely self reading this also

[britishchick09]

a couple cute eristine sketches! ^_^

[link-sans-specs]

Yaaaassssss...

GMMore2443

Reacting To Weird Knockoff Toys

[masterwords]

i can take it

Summary: Minimal Loss aftermath, but instead of it being Prentiss and Reid in the compound it's Morgan and Reid.

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: see tags on AO3

Notes: another fic for @justiceforralvez, inspired simply by a request for someone seeing someone's scars for the first time accidentally by walking in on them/seeing them in the shower or getting changed. it isn't exactly scars, but it's close and it's where my brainrot took me.

***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****

“I can take it.”

Those four words had haunted every moment of Hotch’s days since Colorado. They were with him as he sat at his desk, with him as he swam laps in the pool, with him as he played Mario Kart with Jack. They were worst when he slept, the clarity in them was too much to bear and each time he heard that glass shatter he woke with a start. Morgan wasn’t answering texts, asked for space. A few days to handle some things, to deal with what he saw and what happened. Hotch knew enough about Morgan’s past to know that assignment had been harder on him than he would let on, and yet there had been no talking him out of it. No way he would let anyone else do it, and Hotch knew why. The rest of the team might be in the dark but he knew and it made him feel sick to his stomach.

When he saw Morgan walk out of that compound, when he saw him ushering out women and children like he hadn’t just been through hell, Hotch could hardly contain himself. Did those people know what he’d gone through to get them out? To save them? Did they have any idea the sacrifices he made? No, he knew the answer was no, and Morgan would prefer to keep it that way. He just stood there helping people away from the building before it went up and even Hotch, had he not heard everything, might have a hard time believing anything had happened at all.

“It’s me,” Morgan said confidently, drawing Cyrus’ attention away from Reid. “I’m FBI. He didn’t know.”

Hotch had felt Rossi’s eye burning into him in that moment, studying him, watching for even the slightest micro reaction. To his credit, he didn’t flinch, kept his features as neutral as he could maintain while his heart thumped about wildly in his chest. It helped that he had a raging headache that was already putting him on edge, it made for a good cover when he couldn’t maintain the charade. He bit into his cheek and set his jaw against the throbbing pain radiating from his ear to hide the way his entire body had turned to static electricity because Morgan just gave himself up. Morgan just gave himself over to a mad man.

“He’s going to be okay,” Rossi said quietly. “Morgan’s tough as nails.”

“I know.”

Read the rest on AO3!

[fireheartedpup]

"Wyll was rewritten" isn't a valid excuse anymore. They've changed other lines just because they wanted to. They've added hours of content to the game, and included every single character in that content. They've put a lot of work into the game post-release.

It's not just a quibble or a difference of opinion at this point. It's a glaring oversight. I don't know how deliberate this was, but it is negligence.

Especially from a team that has created an outstanding work such as this.

[masterrainb0w]

I can't handle Oak angst, can we have this tomorrow instead?

[aceofthyme]

strange conundrums: trying to decide which version of a song should go on a character’s playlist

[feelin-peachy-keen]

Imagine if I was looking up at you like this 🖤🥺

[bitegore]

taking drabble fic comms too i guess. Mostly to see if i can. You give me $5 eta: $10 and a prompt and I make it work in some multiple of 100 words. probably 100 or 200. and then i give it to you.

[festivalfoxes]

cymbalta in the mail tuesday or wednesday. then it's just 6-8 weeks of not being able to take any of my painkillers or nausea meds before i find out if it helped at all :]