#streaming august in august

[famdomohana]

Me listening to august on repeat this month 🩶🌿🩶🌿🩶🌿🩶🌿🩶🌿🩶🌿🩶🌿🩶🌿

[royalarchivist]

[Brainstorming couple's costumes for a chatter who's getting married]

Phil: [Reading Kristin's chat message] "Oh, if it's two men getting married, then maybe Sonic and Knuckles costume." Ohhh.

Phil: Shadow and Sonic would be toxic yaoi. Sonic and Knuckles wouldn't be as toxic I think, so like... it depends on the relationship vibes, if they wanna do a toxic yaoi or just a regular yaoi— [Wheezes and laughs]

[dykehayleywilliams]

spotify wrapped polls!!!!!

[ladeldee]

Nooo shot I had this in my drafts and thought I was being too forward with having Phil say "We have another kid to take care of" Only for him to say "We have another egg now" "I might be able to introduce you to our daughter" oUGh.

[genevawrenn]

Philza : Mumbo Jumbo still hasn't accepted my discord friend request...

Sneegsnag : O.O

Stream date August 23 2024

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary

[tswiftupdatess]

'TTPD' has now surpassed 5 BILLION streams on Spotify.

It’s the fastest female album to achieve this!

(August 19, 2024)

[todayisafridaynight]

[enkays-den]

IMPULSE "GIFT GIVING" SV

You absolute goober

context: Skizz needed a LOT of gunpowder for the mangrove farm he wants to build, he naturally goes to Impulse's storage system to steal, can't find it, says "Impulse if it's okay to take, say nothing" (impulse was not logged onto the server) of course, impulse was watching his stream and INSTANTLY logs on and shows Skizz the SHULKERS of gunpowder he farmed for the Magical Mountain project and says "in return can I have some mangrove :)"

[wangxianficrecs]

An Unscheduled Stream by trippednfell

An Unscheduled Stream

by trippednfell (@trippednfell)

M, WIP, 29k, Wangxian

Summary: A viral video sweeps through the internet, which appears to show the 1st disciple of Yunmeng Jiang take on a full nest of evil beings in an attempt to protect five juniors from his sect. The unscheduled livestream captures everyone's attention, but there has to be more there than meets the eye. The Lan assign their own 1st disciple, Lan Wangji, to investigate. That investigation will take him years into the future and miles away from Gusu as he seeks to find the truth. When he does find it, it has a far greater impact on his life than he could ever imagine. Kay's comments: I just stumbled over this story and immediately binged it, because it ticked all the right boxes for me. The Wei-Wen found family vibes are impeccable and Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian just met in the most recent chapter after Lan Wangji has been obsessing over Wei Wuxian for the last years, so I'm really excited to see where the story goes next. Excerpt: The matter was closed. Lan Wangji had spent hours at his desk, typing and formatting the report for its inclusion in the Lan Archives. He needed to stretch, move his body, meditate and quiet his mind. But he hesitated, before shutting down his computer. The mystery of Wei Wuxian worried at him, pulling his focus. He navigated to the official cultivator rankings, and searched his name. There were zero hits. That was impossible. Every sect had to register their disciples, it was required. People who could wield power of any kind had to be identified and traced. He pulled up Yunmeng Jiang, and visually scanned through their listings. Jiang Wanyin was now listed as first disciple and heir in waiting, and Wei Wuxian’s name did not appear, not even in the “formerly affiliated” section. Yunmeng Jiang had erased any evidence of his existence. Lan Wangji then navigated to sites he typically avoided as much as possible. But needs must, and if all the official sites no longer contained any information on him, he would have to go to the fan sites. Immediately he found that he was not the only one looking into it. Yunmeng Jiang dominated the forums, with the number one thread being one titled: What the fuck happened with YMJ? Lan Wangji settled in to read.

pov alternating, canon divergence, modern setting, modern with magic, minor character death, rogue cultivator wei wuxian, demonic cultivator wei wuxian, bamf wei wuxian, lan wangji/wei wuxian get a happy ending, time skips, not yunmeng jiang sect friendly, families of choice, getting to know each other, developing relationship, slow burn

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[famdomohana]

The air is salty, the door is rusty, there's whispers of "are you sure?", the bedsheets are twisted, the bottle of wine is slipping away, backs I wish I could write my name on are beneath the sun, plans are canceled, and meetings are behind the mall cause it is August!

[royalarchivist]

Etoiles: OK, because I'm French??? Well-played guys. 🙄😑 What is this basic racism?

Etoiles is having a GREAT time playing Among Us with Foolish and the boys.

[demiboy-bubby]

In light of recent events, I feel like I should finally post this WIP that's been sitting untouched since august. Egg 🥚

[literaryvein]

L. V., writing in the dark (pt. 8: because even though you no longer believe in god, you thank god it was made of plastic)

[lonestarbattleship]

"Today, Battleship Texas will be making the move to Pier A within Gulf Copper Shipyard for the next phase of repair and restoration.

Come on Texas!"

Watch it live from their official YouTube channel:

[yaimenbones]

Imagine you're Charlie, your daughter has been dead for over a hundred days.

She's died just when you promised her and yourself to be better. To show her you care. To show her how much you love her. To be the father she deserved.

It's been over a hundred days, and new people have come to the island. None of them knew her like you did (ten days aren't enough time to know anyone for that matter).

They don't understand what it's like to lose a child. (Only two of them know, and one is 6ft underwater and the other has learned to cope and move on).

You see these new people gain children, and you are left to wonder where is yours. Where is yours that you tried so hard to bring back.

The hole in your heart doesn't seem to close. So you cope. You cope by living vicariously through a parasite. A parasite that everyone seems to love more than you.

And you never learn to cope healthily. You never learn to be yourself around others.

Until you do. Because these people are nice. They're patient. They don't understand, and they don't try to understand what you've been through (God Knows you don't want them to live what you lived), but they're kind.

And the hole in your heart starts healing. It never closes, no. It'll never make the emptiness go away. But these little eggs make you soft and kind, and the people are patient and nice, so you start to heal.

You learn to try to be yourself.

Your birthday comes around and you are happy, you're having fun. You're connecting with your nephew and niece and it's perfect. (It's like you were made to care for the little eggs). It's your birthday, and you are finally closing the hole in your heart.

And then you see her.

Your little girl.

She's there, right there. She's running around with that hyperactivity you know.

(It's your birthday and father's day, the irony too painful to even rationalize.)

She's different. She's cracked. She's saying and writing strange things.

But she's there.

Your little girl is there.

So you run after her, begging her to let you hold her (After finally learning how to hold someone close with love and care that a father could give). You beg her to stay, you need her to stay.

And you cry out after her when she leaves.

And you promise her, no matter what. You'll wait for her and love her.

And you're left crying to yourself, surrounded by signs of "I l0ve y0uu"'s from your little girl in an unfamiliar beautiful place making the situation feel laughably tragic.

And the hole in your heart bleeds again.