#sorry for any weird formatting issues i'm on mobile

[changbunnies]

hi! I was wondering how you're able to post a longfic with more than 40K words on here? Tumblr won't let me do more than ~30K because of 'text block limit' :,) is there a special way to do it? thanks!

i'm sorry you're dealing with that anon, that's weird :( i've never experienced any trouble posting my fics but I have heard long fics are hard to post for other ppl because Tumblr gets wonky after a post reaches a certain length //

idk if this is a factor in your case but I only ever post and format my fics from desktop and never on mobile! also according to the Tumblr help center post here there is a text block limit of ~4k words for a single paragraph. it's possible that Tumblr thinks your entire fic is one single paragraph?? if that's the case i'd double check that your fics paragraphs are properly spaced and divided so the Tumblr doesn't get confused and think it's one massive wall of text

if that's not the issue you can feel free to shoot me another ask and we can keep troubleshooting together <3 I hope you find out what's going wrong soon so we can all read your work !!

[casecous]

I don't go here but @seehang gave me a prompt and I've been wanting to write so

you know you made me love you; mccree/ashe cross-posted to ao3 [x]

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“You gonna get me back for tonight?” she asks him, a sly smile on her face, but still keeping her eyes ahead of them.

Their shoulders bump again and he slows, almost outside Ashe’s room. She would have kept walking to his if he hadn’t stopped. When she turns to face him, his eyes are bright, maybe from the whiskey. He winks and she thanks whoever is listening that the hallway is dim so he can’t see the red rush to her pale cheeks. Not like it matters, he knows her.

“Ashe,” he steps forward, crowding into her space, “you may have cheated every round and bled me dry, but the way I see it-” His hand reaches around to the back of her head and his deft fingers fan into her long hair. “I already got somethin’ of yours.”

She steadies her voice, breathing evenly like he taught her when she pulls the trigger, but can’t help the glance down to his lips. “Oh yeah, and what’s that?”

His fingers fan wider and then he grasps, firm and gentle, tilting her chin upward and baring her throat to him. His lips hover close and the scent of his last cigar floods her senses.

“So I can tell you and lose my advantage?”

“Here’s the thing, McCree.” She smiles and licks her lips. ”I only give what I want people to have. So any advantage you think you got? I made it that way."

He laughs then, goddamn him. Uses his free hand to tip his hat to her. Pulls away. She misses his hand in her hair, but doesn’t drop her chin.

“Goodnight, Ashe.”

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She stands in the mirror, glaring at her hair, wishing she could feel McCree’s hands in it one last time. But he left, her heart with him, and if he were here now she’d be too mad at him to let him anywhere near her. A lie.

“I’m thinkin’ about cuttin’ my hair,” she told him the time they patched each other up after their sting went a little south. Her knees framed his hips while she sat on the bathroom sink.  

His eyes raked over her, the streaks of blood in her hair once bright enough to match the red of her lips, but mostly dried now. Superficial scrapes, ‘head wounds bleed more’ he told himself to calm the worry. He lifted his hand to tuck a strand behind her ear, run his fingers through the rest of it, the tips of them grazing her neck to her chest. Her eyes raised to meet his.

“Any particular reason why?”

She never answered him, kissed him instead, and he kissed her back until his lips were stained red.

She growls and jerks open the drawer so hard its contents rattle. The knife is sharp and it cuts a clean, angled line to her hair on one side at her jaw. No going back now. No more Ashe and McCree.  Just Ashe again.  At least she has Bob. She slashes through the other side and it feels good, the weight of it gone. Or maybe that’s just what she’s trying to convince herself of.

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

Long ask, sorry! I know scaleless snakes are unethical, especially ball pythons from the lack of belly scales and issues with mobility, and that with corn snakes it isn't AS bad because they tend to have belly scutes so their mobility isn't as affected (even though they have other complications) I recently saw a scaleless corn snake that had an abnormal belly scute formation, and instead their belly looked like bathroom tiles. It looked like their scutes had formed but divided in two twice so they have 4 square scales along their belly and then two bead shaped scales along their sides with that pattern continuing down their whole body. They also didn't have that "zipper" look that scaleless ball python bellies have. (The belly was also almost all white without any checkering despite otherwise seeming to have normal colour/pattern) I haven't been able to find any information on this so was wondering if you had any ideas or knowledge about the defect? Is it strictly related to the scaleless gene or could similar issues happen in otherwise normally scaled snakes? Would mobility be affected with the weird scute shapes? Would they have an even harder time shedding? Any other weird issues? (Disclaimer I'm in no way looking to purchase this snake and the questions are purely for curiosity and educational purposes, I'm mostly just hopeful that the poor baby isn't painful/uncomfortable)

Great question - those abnormally large belly scutes are indeed a mutation associated with the scaleless gene. What's basically going on is that the gene supposed to code for many belly scutes has gotten a bit scrambled and made a few big ones instead. I've seen belly scute malformations in non-scaleless snakes, but it's rarer and usually presents in a less symmetrical way than it does with scaleless snakes (it looks like random big or smaller scutes).

This sort of thing definitely affects mobility! Snakes rely on their belly scutes a great deal to get around, and when the scales are bigger than usual, they're a bit stiffer and have a harder time with fine muscle control. They'll have balance issues since they won't have the fine control snakes with normal belly scutes do. They won't usually have a more difficult time shedding than other scaleless snakes, though.

[residentevildash-moved]

chris and claire ▼ ★ 

(i'm on mobile so sorry abt any formatting issues)

ty for the ask!!!!

▼ - childhood headcanon

chris and claire lived with their grandparents when they were young, but chris really took up raising claire -- i have SO many thoughts about it. i think chris would give her haircuts at home, and make fish stuffed animals out of socks for her, and show her the music that he liked. and i think claire was a weird little girl, making mud potions and skinning electronics, leaving tiny screws everywhere, and one of the first big things chris saved up to buy for either of them was a bicycle for claire, and they were both such skimmed knees "i ate a bug earlier" type kids, with chris being a little more internal and claire being more external about it

★ - sad headcanon

i don't really think too much abt sad hcs......for chris and claire i think the saddest thing is..not that they would get too caught up in it, but it is sad that they're both incapable of keeping the other 100% safe, like 100% out of the umbrella situation, since it's not in either of their natures to stay out of it..which just makes it scary since they're in danger all the time and if one of them lost the other it would be unthinkable

[phanbliss]

1:)

thank you and sorry this one took so long, i’m still going through the prompts :)

words: 1.7k

rating: g

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17325368 (i recommend reading on ao3, formatting gets messed up on mobile)

prompt: “That’s starting to get annoying.”

Phil leaves his socks. Everywhere.

It’s taken Dan months to truly notice, and even longer to start caring. When they first moved in together, Dan was far too busy being happy to bother with stuff like that.

Sure, he noticed that Phil was a messy person, but then again, so was Dan. Dan’s room back home always looked like he had a permanent natural disaster for a flatmate, so it’s not like he was perfect. He wasn’t perfect then, and he still isn’t now.

Since moving in with Phil, he tries way harder - and judging by the general state of their flat, so does Phil. Dan remembers Phil’s room back home too. Yeah, that was a lot worse. Right now, they have a few dishes waiting in the sink, they have a pile of laundry they should have done last week, and they have some clothes on the bathroom floor. It’s all stuff that Dan can live with, especially considering that he contributes to it too.

They made a list of rules when they started living together, including all sorts of things - amongst them, cleaning. They stick to it, more or less. So… it’s not too bad.

But the socks. The socks are starting to do his head in.

Socks on the rug. Socks on the sofa. Socks on the bed or even on the pillows. Dan doesn’t know how Phil even does it, because he never once caught him in the act. The socks just appear out of nowhere, and they’re not Dan’s socks, they’re definitely Phil’s. Dan doesn’t believe in the supernatural, so the sock goblin is out of the question.

Phil leaves his socks everywhere, and it’s a bit of a problem.

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“Should we organise our socks? I think I’ve lost a couple,” he tries one day when they’re snuggled up on the sofa, trying his hardest to sound casual.

“Oh, I keep losing them,” Phil replies, oblivious. “It’s the sock goblin.”

Dan is smiling, voice soft, even though he’s quite nervous on the inside. “Yeah, probably. But I mean, we could try and sort them out, right?”

Phil half-shrugs, but he doesn’t let go of Dan, and makes no move to stand up.

“Of course, if you want.” And then Phil kisses his temple, and his cheek, his jaw, his neck, and Dan forgets that they were meant to be sorting through socks.

-

The next time he tries to do something about the socks, he just goes through the entire flat, collecting socks and throwing them in the laundry. A lot are mismatched, almost all of them are Phil’s.

The thing is, Dan doesn’t know how to approach the subject with Phil. They never really argue, not properly, and it feels like Phil might get… sad? Upset, maybe?

It’s easier if he just does it himself.

It’s only a few days before the socks are found in the strangest of places. Dan doesn’t know why they bother him, but they kind of do.

But nobody is perfect - even though in Dan’s eyes, Phil is.

-

“Phil?” Dan begins as they’re cooking dinner.

“Yeah?”

“I…” Dan pauses. He wants to ask about the socks, but instead, he says something else. “Do you think we should clean today?”

Phil frowns at him, tilting his head a little. “Today? It’s not our cleaning day, is it? It’s Sunday.”

Dan releases a sharp, nervous breath. “Um, yeah, well—it is, but—”

“But?”

“I just—it’s a bit messy, you know. The—like, there’s like… there's… our clothes? You know?”

Phil’s frown fades, giving way to worry mixed with amusement.

“Same as always, then? Dan, are you okay?” Phil rests his hand on Dan’s shoulder, then pulls him into a quick side hug. “You’re being a bit weird.”

Dan loves it. Phil’s embrace, them cooking dinner together in this small Manchester flat. And he doesn’t want them to argue about socks.

So he drops it.

“No, I’m good, yeah.” Dan gives Phil a peck on the cheek. “Super good.”

-

Finally, the day comes when the dam breaks, and all of Dan’s feelings on the sock matter are set free.

It’s gotten to the point where he is less upset about the socks, and more upset about the fact that he is keeping something from Phil. He keeps playing out different versions of the conversation over and over in his head, and for whatever reason, they all end in disaster, so he avoids it.

It’s not like they never argued, but it’s just—it’s just that Dan, despite the fact that their relationship is not that new anymore, never really had to indicate that something bugged him. They fit together like two puzzle pieces; they haven’t had a hard time adjusting. If they procrastinated, they did it together. If they kept a mess, they were both responsible. That was never a problem.

But the socks, that’s just Phil, and it's—it’s harder than expected to actually say that out loud.

Today, Dan is a bit grumpy. He had an argument with his mum on the phone, he slept badly, and he’s hungry. And then he finds Phil’s sock on the kitchen counter. The bloody kitchen counter. That’s what finally tips the scale for him.

He isn’t about to start a big argument. There’ll be no screaming or anything of the sort. But maybe the sock thing had become big enough an issue for him to actually talk. Phil won’t be mad at him.

Right?

Dan takes the sock and carries it over to Phil, who is sat on the sofa with his laptop, editing his new video. He unceremoniously drops it on Phil’s laptop, grabbing his attention.

Phil jumps a little, stares down at the sock in confusion, then transfers that same look towards Dan.

“Phil,” Dan begins and then falls silent, suddenly unsure how to proceed.

“Why are you giving me my sock?” Phil asks after a pause.

“Because it was on the kitchen counter!” Dan exclaims, finally finding the strength to do it without hesitating. The next thing he says sounds mild in comparison. “Your sock thing, Phil. It's… it’s starting to get a bit annoying.”

They look each other in the eyes - Dan looking down, Phil looking up - and say nothing for a moment. Phil seems to be bewildered. Dan, on the other hand, is almost scared of hearing Phil’s response.

“My sock thing?” Phil finally repeats, perplexed.

“Yes, your sock thing. You leave your socks everywhere , and I tried to get it under control, but I can’t. You need—I want you to—I want you to stop.”

Phil considers Dan’s words for a moment, puts the laptop away and stands up, still looking Dan in the eyes.

“Why haven’t you said that it’s been bothering you? I knew something was off. I even asked you.”

Dan breaks eye contact, looking down to the floor. “I was… I was a bit scared? I guess. I don’t want to argue with you, but Phil—” He looks up again, eyes boring into Phil’s. “Phil, I can’t stand the sock thing. Seriously.”

Phil’s gaze softens as he smiles sheepishly. He cups Dan’s cheek, and Dan leans into the touch.

“I’m going to try to get better, alright? Promise.” Phil pauses, waiting for Dan to respond. When Dan nods, Phil adds, “And Dan?”

“What?”

Phil brings his other hand up to Dan’s face, now with both hands on his cheeks, then slides them down to Dan’s shoulders.

“You never have to keep stuff from me, alright? I'm—I’m messy and clumsy and—and you need to tell me if something annoys you.”

The knot that was continuously tightening somewhere in Dan’s chest suddenly releases its hold on him, and he smiles earnestly. Why was he ever scared of confronting Phil? It’s Phil. Phil doesn’t get mad.

“I’ll try.”

-

2018

Phil is still sleeping when something lands on his face. Something soft.

He opens his eyes with a start, blinking into the thing that is now covering his vision. Startled, he removes it and sees not one, but two of his fox socks. Then he sees Dan standing above him, and Phil can’t see Dan’s expression without putting on his glasses, but he can pretty much guess.

Phil doesn’t say anything. He knows what is coming.

“What are your socks doing on the coffee table?!” Dan shouts, not wasting any time.

The coffee table. Well…

“Um, I dunno? Maybe I saved them there for later?” he replies. He grabs his glasses off the nightstand and puts them on.

“Save them on your fucking feet, Phil. That’s where socks go. Or in the drawers, or in the laundry. It’s not rocket science. Actual years of this shit, I swear,” Dan rants, and rants, and rants.

Phil does feel a bit guilty. He will try harder.

It never works, though. They both know it. It’s a disease, a sock-disease.

“You know my mum is coming over later. What if hadn’t noticed them? What would I tell her? Oh, sorry mum, it’s just that Phil can’t keep his socks in the —”

Phil, having heard all of this many times before, throws one of the socks up in Dan’s face. Dan instantly falls completely silent, staring at Phil with shock in his eyes. And seeing that, Phil can’t help it. He simply starts laughing.

It takes a moment, but Dan eventually joins him, laughing at the very thing that Phil knows has been driving him bonkers for years. It’s not that Phil doesn’t care. It’s just one of the habits he can’t seem to break.

Once they calm down, Phil is sitting up, Dan still standing over the bed. Dan is shaking his head, smiling at Phil with more fondness than he probably deserves right now.

Phil is lucky, really. Even if he gets woken up by socks on his face, he’s lucky, so lucky. It’s amazing that after years and years, Dan still manages to laugh when Phil throws his own socks back at Dan’s face.

“I hate you,” Dan says, then abruptly pulls the covers off of Phil. “Enough napping. Sort out the sock thing. I need to vacuum.”

With an affectionate smile, Phil gets up and goes on a sock hunt. It’s the least he can do after all these years.

[imagines-forthe-soul]

I'm honestly so sad bc they queerbated us for so long and in the end adam died and we got allurance (it was so pushed and i hate it, it doesn't make sense at all) - bisexual anon

Okay so let me know if what I say is hard to understand or if I’m just not making sense. Idk how to express/explain myself sometimes, so if you have any questions just let me know. Also sorry if the format looks weird. I’m on mobile.

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To be honest, it was pretty shitty of the writer to hype up all this LGBT stuff only to have it literally die. As a bisexual myself, I was pretty disappointed but not for long. They should have either just went with the ships or shouldn’t have mentioned ships at all. I may be one of the very few who think this, but I would have liked the show better if they didn’t include or hype of any type of ships. Yeah it’s cute to see characters get together but I feel like voltron just isn’t the show for ships and the like. Whenever the writers pull a ship from thin air, it’s always rushed and has little to no background and is just plain messy and it gets on my nerves. The only ship that I like and that actually works within the show is Zethrid x Ezor because that has background and a solid dynamic already and if I had to pick another ship that had the possibility of working, I’d pick Klance (even though I’m not a big fan of the ship but I’ll give credit where credit is due).

With Adam and Shiro, I think it was more for Shiro’s development rather than the development of the relationship. Adam said that he wouldn’t be here (for whatever reason) when Shiro got back. Having him die was a huge surprise but I think it’s going to or has helped with Shiro’s development in having him find himself again and solidify himself back into a the leadership position by making a choice and suffering from the consequences of that choice. Now I don’t think that Adam should have died but with the story line it kind of makes sense. It’s like a post apocalyptic world as of right now and everyone is fighting to save themselves and each other. I’m just sad that we didn’t get to see more of their relationship because all we saw was hostility and it was just… pretty lame because I was honestly so worked up on having him and Shiro meet again. For like the first three episodes I kept screaming “where is Adam?!?!! Where is he?!?”.

With Allura and Lance, I don’t really know what to say about it beside it shouldn’t happen. Correct me if I’m wrong but there is hardly any romantic interaction between the two. Their relationship has always given off ‘Little Brother to Big Sister’ vibes and I’m not sure why the writers are trying to push for such a baseless ship.

I’m kind of just rambling/ranting at this point but I’m just kinda ticked off with the writers and fed up with all the shipping issues that usually go on within the fandom. The show would be a lot better if they focused on the task at hand instead of pushing unnecessary ships and couples and not bringing what they promised/told to the table.