#t: stats

[bunnyboy-juice]

you guys know butch =/= taking T right? you guys know dyke masculinity is not correlated to being transmasc right? you guys know that even your silly jokes where you flatten butchness to taking T/being transmasc is extremely transmisogynistic right?

[joolymish]

I have no idea what to do for that pink gremlin's hair so that's what he gets for now, ignore how he's almost got a boobie out. That was an accident. I just like a good bit of chestage or something.

[ao3-anonymous]

Fastest Growing Fandoms on AO3 This Week (07/29/2024)

Every week I pull data on how many fics are in each fandom and compare to the previous week, then calculate the percentage increase to determine fastest growing fandoms.  Since this naturally skews towards smaller fandoms, I have included the same data filtered to Over 1k, 5k, & 10k fics.

Overall:

Over 1,000 Fics:

Over 5,000 Fics:

Over 10,000 Fics:

Source: AO3 Fandom Dashboard

[affixjoy]

[princessxpunk]

[nath-ambermoon-00]

I don't know how to caption this ;0;

Star as Sebastian design originally is here

[cyanophen]

T could hear the quiet sobs that came from the newly shifted giant as he buried his head into his bare, scratched knees.

“I- I didn’t mean t- to…I almost *hic* hurt you b- be -because i lost *hic* control of myself…” G’s voice trailer off into a violent sob that started to make his body and the surrounding rubble shake slightly

T climbed over the now crushed and splintered wooden door surrounded crumbled plaster to get to G, wanting to comfort him, hating to see him break down like this.

As T reached out to hold onto G’s ripped clothes he pulled away swiftly, the destroyed house crunching under their movements.

“No!” he cried, teary eyes now wide with fear.

“I’m going to hurt you…a- and I’ll *hic* never be able to live with t- that”

“G, you know you could never hurt me and make me leave you to cry like th-“

“Look at me!” G snapped, slamming a huge hand into the plaster infront of T

“I’m a destructive monster and…monsters hurt people”

“So please,” G’s voice trembled dripping with guilt

“go before I hurt you”

[mr-aftons-rotting-pussy]

heh..... erm............... 😳....... hello........

[flowitch]

best friends ❤️

[tigereyes45]

August 26th 2024 was the year anniversary of when I first started posting Star Trek fanworks.

So I decided to do a very basic, little graphic about the fanworks I posted on Ao3!

Stats are for August 26th 2023 - August 26th 2024

I didn't include any of the & ships because oftentimes I tag posts as & as well as /.

[bogkeep]

TODAY i got my swimmies in a beautiful sunset

[scuderiaspringsteen]

going to sports journo club recruitment mixer where i will most certainly be one of like 5 women please keep me in ur thoughts and prayers

[scionshtola]

drive to win

Corisande Ymir x D'alia Liveq | 910 words wrote a lil fic featuring @lavampira's D'alia for oc kiss week! set in our fast and furious au :>

The loud revving of an engine nearby caught Corisande’s attention, too close and too distinctive to their ears to be just any of the other racers. They straightened and slammed the hood of their car shut in time to see the black motorcycle pull up alongside their car.  It rolled to a stop a few steps away, the rumble of the engine cutting off, and the driver pulled her helmet off and tilted her head, tossing her rosy hair over her shoulder. 

“On the bike today?” Corisande asked, leaning against the side of their own car as they spoke. 

“I’ve been working on it recently, thought it was finally time to test it out.” D’alia patted the motorcycle’s tank, grinning up at them. 

Corisande had seen D’alia working on her bike in Steph’s garage the past few weeks, though they hadn’t guessed she would forgo the black muscle car she often raced with for today’s race. It was sleek, black and silver, decently sized but still easily maneuverable. Corisande wasn’t much of a motorcycle enthusiast—they’d always preferred cars—but it looked to be in good shape. 

They pushed themself up, taking a closer look at it. “Add anything fun to it?” 

D’alia smiled. “I’ll let you find that out during the race. You’ll have time to take a look when you’re behind me.”

“Oh? You think you’re going to win on that?” Corisande teased, gesturing dismissively at the motorcycle. 

“I feel good about it,” D’alia said, and then added with a shrug, “Though I wouldn’t say no to a little extra assurance—a kiss for good luck, maybe?”

Corisande’s cheeks warmed at the joke, but she only rolled her eyes. She turned back toward her own car, saying over her shoulder, “Why would I do that? You’re not the only one trying to win.”

“A bet then,” D’alia said as Corisande climbed into her car. “A kiss if I win.”

Corisande leaned out the window. “And if I win? What do I get?”

“I’ll take all your cleanup duties at the garage until the next race,” D’alia suggested with a smile.

Corisande, expecting another joke, had already begun pulling away, but the suggestion made them pause. The offer was tempting…

“Alright,” they answered finally. D’alia blinked, her tail swishing in apparent surprise that Corisande had agreed, but then a smile bloomed across her features. “I’ll be sure to show you where Steph keeps the mop.”

They ducked back inside their car, rolling the window up as D’alia laughed and put her helmet back on. They both pulled carefully up to the starting line, lining up with the other cars and motorcycles. Corisande glanced out their window at D’alia, but she had pulled the dark visor of her helmet down over her eyes as she waited for the race to start.

When the flag dropped, there was the usual flare of noise as cars peeled away from the starting line. Corisande shot quickly to second place, the city outside flying by in a blur of lights as they drove faster, fighting to move past the car in first. The other car moved defensively, blocking them each time they tried to pass. Corisande’s fingers tightened on the wheel, holding it steady, looking for an advantage and finally finding it in the upcoming turn. 

They took the turn as tightly as they could, shooting past the other car as it swung wide. She cheered as she passed—it was the home stretch now, and all she had to do was keep the others from passing her. She flipped a switch on her steering wheel, heart racing as the car sped up even more. She was almost there—

A loud roar came from beside their car, and D’alia raced past them, her bike gleaming in Corisande’s headlights. Corisande squinted at her as she pulled in front of them—were those flames coming from the back?

They crossed the finish line seconds later, just after D’alia’s motorcycle. They both came to an abrupt stop before the waiting crowd. Corisande sat in their car for a few moments, letting themself calm down slightly. There was little that compared to the rush of driving, even when they didn’t win. 

But now they had a debt to pay. 

They climbed out of the car, still carrying the thrill of the race with them as they approached D’alia again. D’alia pulled off her helmet, her eyes and grin bright beneath the lights. 

“Great race, Cori,” she said when they got close. “Did you see—”

With one hand on her shoulder, Corisande leaned down and cut her off with a kiss. D’alia made a noise of surprise, her lips tentative against theirs, and then all at once she seemed to catch up—her fingers slipped through the belt loops of Corisande’s shorts, pulling them in as she leaned up into the kiss, both of their lips parting.

“Congrats on the win,” they said, squeezing her shoulder and straightening. There was a warmth in their chest that matched the warmth in D’alia’s expression, her cheeks flushed as her tail flicked behind her. 

“Thanks,” D’alia answered. She seemed at a loss for anything else to say, and only smiled brightly up at them, unaware that she still held their belt loops in her hands so Corisande couldn’t move away. 

Corisande didn’t particularly mind. “Now will you tell me what exactly you modified on your bike?”

D’alia laughed warmly. “Only if you buy me a drink to celebrate.” 

[kyleraynersrefrigerator]

hello and welcome to my conspiracy theory of why i think chip zdarsky is actually lana del rey

ok so chip zdarsky wrote batman: the knight aka one my favorite comics of all time. and batman the knight is aesthetic as fuck

LIKE HELLO?!?!?

!!!

now if you haven’t read the comic, this comic is about a young bruce wayne travelling the world and learning the skills it takes to be batman. along the way, he meets minhkhoa khan who later becomes ghostmaker and they train together. a lot. oh and also travel the world together. anyways a big plot point is that bruce wayne and minhkhoa khan are grappling with choosing their respective missions or each other because they’re gay for one another

so while they are figuring all this bs out, they are using pseudonyms for reasons and THEIR PSEUDONYMS ARE JACK AND ANTON (THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT)

anyways i’ve seen a lot of people say that this comic reminds them of a lana del rey song, specifically cinnamon girl. there’s not that many ao3 fics about this comic specifically but of the 20 or so, i’ve seen at least three that reference cinnamon girl by lana del rey. so i was listening to that song because it is fucking ethereal and somehow ended up looking up the credits for that song. AND. THE GUY WHO PRODUCED IT’S NAME IS JACK ANTONOFF.

!!!

so this basically confirms that chip zdarsky is actually lana del rey who wrote batman the knight inspired by her song cinnamon girl and as a tribute to cinnamon girl, named the two main characters jack and anton after the producer of cinnamon girl.

or chip zdarsky is a lana del rey stan

i'll take either really

[princessxpunk]

[nath-ambermoon-00]

I don't know how to caption this ;0;

Stat as Sebastian design originally is here