#the google docs folder

[diaz-fox]

@ writers, just out of curiosity.... when you write multichapter fics, do you have each chapter in a separate doc or have everything on one big doc?

[t1erradelfuego]

in my dreams which are VIVID and PLENTY

[bitterclan]

how old is foxflit in the recent updates here? also glowcall ;__;..... how is she holding up after his passing?

Foxflit is 130 moons old as of the last update. As for how everyone's taking it. Well

[forwhump]

You Know Not What It Is

a/n; this was supposed to be kind of a fun random chunk of silas backstory reveal which is why i picked it but then i realized it’s actually just more of point being a dickhead so if you’re in the market for that buckle in & let’s go & if you’re not, sorry ! the next one will be smth fresh & brand new I promise <3

tw/cw: graphic depictions of violence, guns, torture, psychological torture, mentions of noncon, misgendering, transphobia, vomiting, racism, grievous bodily harm, dehumanization, execution, major character death

living weapon whumpee

Silas is mostly dead the first time he hears anything about who he used to be.

It happens on the floor of the common room, and Silas hates dying in front of the unit. He’s sure they all know well enough that he’ll be back, but it still seems to traumatize them each time it happens. The horror of it, Silas supposes. He never goes gently.

“Pathetic,” Point scoffs at them. “You are soldiers. You should be above forming such attachments to the…machinery.” He looks down towards Silas, gurgling on the concrete, drowning from the inside.

Silas can’t die, but Silas isn’t made of stone. Silas can be wounded. Silas scars. How many traumatic brain injuries does he get to walk away from? How many more times can he get shot in the face?

He gets to find out.

“It bleeds,” Point says, and points his gun down, “but it is not like you. It doesn’t need you to save it.” He pulls the trigger. He shoots Silas in the puckered hollow of his empty eye socket.

Silas doesn’t really have any recollection of losing consciousness but he loses a weird chunk of time. He hears the gunshot, he feels the heat of the impact in his face, and then he’s staring up at the ceiling but he can’t really see anything that isn’t red mist and his ears are ringing at a pitch that’s giving him a migraine, that’s making the red mist wet and weird and kind of watery.

There’s a weight on his chest that makes it hard to breathe, that makes him wretch, and he only knows it’s Point because of the mocking pitch of his voice when he speaks, sitting with all his weight on Silas’ fractured ribcage. “What keeps bleeding but just doesn’t die?” He teases.

Silas vomits but he can’t move or turn his head at all and he chokes, trying to heave with a chest that’s been crushed. It hurts more than he thinks he’s ever hurt. It hurts in every nerve and fiber and the hollow of his bones. He vomits again. His lungs have been punctured. There’s a bullet in his brain.

“You were all here,” Point explains, conversational, cross legged on Silas’ chest as it caves in, “before its name was in the news, so it’s of no surprise to me that none of you knew who it was. Usually, there would be no reason to say, because it’s of no consequence. But,” and Silas doesn’t need to see or even hear him clearly to hear the smile in his voice, even through the ringing, “you all protect it so staunchly, and you know not what it is. Do you know where we found the body we used for the prototype? Where we found Silas Park?”

Silas gurgles. A sort of dark haze has started sifting through the red mist and he doesn’t think that means anything good for him.

“His name was all over the news before we got our hands on him,” Point continues, almost grandeur. “It was every headline. His face was everywhere. Would anybody like to guess why?”

Silas would swear he could hear Point’s face stretch as he grins.

“No?” He says. “There are a few reasons. The barbarity of the murderers was a big one. The number of them. The trial, of course, was a big controversy, because of his behaviour and because of his fan club. You know how girls are about serial killers when they’re young men.”

Silas can’t see and he can’t really hear and his brain is still trying to fire but he isn’t really capable of thinking about anything except how much everything hurts, how heavy he is, how tired. He can’t breathe and his chest hurts but everything else hurts, too.

Still, Point’s voice rises above the ringing and it sticks out in the part of Silas’ brain that hasn’t been liquified. Serial killer.

Silas doesn’t remember anything about himself or his life before this place, but he knows that can’t be true. It can’t be. Silas is violent as the result of genetic manipulation and bioengineering. Silas is violent because of this place. Silas isn’t bad.

“He was very arrogant,” Point says. “Very unapologetic. He butchered so many people. Sentenced to death,” he explains, “which is how we got our hands on him. State didn’t care what we did with him and it saved the taxpayers the cost of having to execute him. That’s why it’s here,” he tuts. “That’s why it was chosen to become what it is now. Your sympathy for it is bullshit because now it’s a weapon and before that it was rotten. Your sadness is wasted.”

It isn’t true because it can’t be true. Silas isn’t rotten. There’s parts of Silas that are almost still human, and they’re the parts that are supposed to be good.

“I’m still human,” Point says. “I’m capable of remorse. I feel no remorse for the machine because of what it was before and because now it isn’t much of anything. It’s a tool for me to use. Sometimes it backfires. In such a case, it needs to be corrected. Nothing more.”

It’s loud in his wake; something wet is churning in Silas’ ears and he can hear the awful hiss of his breath like he’s breathing through his ears but it’s still quiet, it’s too quiet; nobody in the unit says anything for such a long time.

Silas almost thinks he might’ve lost them and it’s a devastating blow as he twitches with blood loss. But —

“You’re not any more human than we are,” Hal’s voice says from somewhere far away, from somewhere in the next room over. Silas can barely hear him. “You’re a monster.”

Point laughs and the rumble of it against Silas’ chest makes him vomit. His head lolls to one side, not with any conscious thought but with the force of his convulsions, and his chest hitches as he vomits blood and foam onto the concrete next to his face. Point laughs again and the process repeats. To Hal, he says, “we took a huge gamble with you, y’know, Singh. Your local 7/11 fell apart without you.”

“Fuck you,” Hal spits.

“You’re not my type. But the girl’s easy,” Point offers, “if you don’t mind ‘em used.”

“Motherfucker,” Wren spits.

The rumble of Point’s laughter makes Silas see white spots of light. “Careful, baby,” he coos. “You know to watch how you speak to me.”

“Leave him alone,” June snaps, not any closer than Hal but with a sort of ferocity that Silas would laud if he weren’t foaming bile and blood onto the concrete.

Point makes an amused sort of sound, a kind of click. “Him. It’s cute,” he says, “that you all kinda entertain her little delusion. It’s like your little inside joke.” He laughs again, a loud, condescending sort of sound that pushes Silas’ ribcage back into his body and he loses another chunk of time.

When he comes back to himself he’s foaming from the mouth and the nose and he can’t breathe around it. Point had climbed off of him and Silas is kind of hunched over, his cheek sticky against concrete that’s hot with blood. The same heat still pours from the exit wound at the back of his head, unslowed. The same heat trickles down his face from the hole blown into his eye socket.

Silas doesn’t even see red mist anymore, just a hazy sort of darkness that ebbs and flows as he gags.

He only feels Point’s boot against his hair when he shifts, grinding Silas’ face further into the concrete.

“I’m starting to think you may not be shaping up to be the soldiers we need you to be,” he’s saying, and he sounds like tin. “The empathy in this unit is just fuckin’ astounding. It disgusts me.” He makes a sound like he spits on him, but Silas can’t tell. Every inch of naked flesh is already wet and tacky, sweat and blood and foam and bile. “We’ll rid you of it yet. I’m disgusted, but I am not concerned.” Somewhere too close, his gun clicks. “We’re going to start with some exposure therapy. How many times do you think you’ll need to watch the freak die before you’re desensitized?”

He probably fires more than once, but Silas is none the wiser. He’s dead after the first round to the side of the head.

[horridcassette]

David Byrne + Talking Heads magazine archive (+ others)

Finally got around to sorting my scans in a proper place! I'll try updating this as much as possible (or I guess until I complete my collection.) There's lots of great photos and interviews so I'm happy to share this mini library I've got going on.

There's also scans I found online that I sorted into its own folder, just so they're easier to see.

And maybe I'm being a bit of a gatekeeper but while I don't expect credit, please still be mindful if resharing or if you repost anything!

[vinceaddams]

One very foolish annoying thing about google docs is that when I hold down a letter key it will not show me the little list of accent options. If I want to write appliqué then I have to type the é somewhere else and copy/paste it, which I usually do from the search bar at the top of the page, where for some reason it does work.

[purplepixel]

Sigh. Here's all the TMNP art I've been holding out on. I have a huge problem with not sharing anything unless its fully rendered. Most of these are character design explorations since nearly every character has a pokemon version of themselves (mayhem, draxum, repo mantis etc). But Im almost at the point where I've figured out enough of this that I'll start sharing. Bc omg I want to talk about TMNP on main. My mind has been taken over by my own au

[biscuityskies]

Wip title game

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and tag as many people as you have wips.

Tagged by @anxiousotters <3 thank u bestie!!

My current wips:

Trillium

Vaderfett

Alderaan

The massage one

Four wips, four tags: @c-c2224 @dontbelasagnax @lttrsfrmlnrrgby and @ferretrade (apologies if you’ve all done this already I can’t stay on top of anything anymore 💀)

[birdwatchingbingo]

i need to write about sliderice right now like there is no content about them their tag is dry i need them back so bad

[resident-gay-bitch]

Im bored and demotivated as fuck this week, so let’s play a game!

Below is a list of every single one of my wips (mini fics + multi chaps), and you can send me an ask with a question about it and/or I’ll describe the plot!! I’ll answer absolutely anything about it :)) (Stranger Things & Marauders Era)

Stranger Things Wips:

Primarily steddie works but others there as well :)

That’s Alright Now Mama (might change)

3 Is Better Than 2 (not the real name I just haven’t come up with one yet) (+18)

Smut About Us? (+18)

Growin Up Ain’t Easy (might change name)

Cooked To Perfection

Steal My Heart, Sweetheart (might change)

Poolside Infidelity (+18)

Sticky Notes :)

Freak Chronicles / Superache (this one’s all over the place atm there are like 3 diff endings I’ve started) (+18)

Don’t Go Cave Diving

Kiss Me, I’m Desperate! (+18)

Lovers Live A Little Longer

But Daddy, I Love Him!

12 Days Down Under (+18)

Master Of Puppets

Lola, Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-Lola

At The End Of The Road I’ll Find You

Hooked On You (+18)

Soccer Dads

Getting Better

Stood Up (+18)

Best Friends Brother (+18)

3+1 Sexuality Crisis (hasn’t got a name)

Marauders Era Wips:

Features wolfstar, prongsfoot, starkiller & a lot more (I am a rarepair multi shipper)

Spellbound

Azkaban AU (haven’t come up with a name yet)

Blood Sucker (+18)

Heaven Is Not Fit To House A Love Like You And I (might change) (+18)

Total Trans Train wreck (might change)

Pulling Pigtails

Put Your Loving Hand Out Baby / On Your Knees And I’m Beggin’ / There Is A Light That Will Never Go Out (I like all of these and can’t choose) (+18)

You’re Safe Here, Love

What If He Loved Him?

Gender Euphoria (haven’t come up with a name yet)

I Want You, Creep (+18)

Paper Flowers

Family Matters

This Could Be A Disaster (+18)

Loving Each Other Without Me? (Might change)

Supernova (+18)

Tree House

For Your Pleasure (+18)

Oh Love, I know

This Is The End Of His World

Kinda Fucking Obsessed Now (+18)

That Don’t Impress Me Much

Kinktober 2024 wips (+18)

Can I Kiss You Yet?

[allanalightwood]

what if what if i accidentally wrote a 5k word one-shot justice league/bruce wayne whose main pairing is superbat... that’s unedited... that features the batkids. and good parent bruce wayne... and jealous clark kent... pre-identity reveal... whose current title is “Oh no! Batman’s hot!” like. would you- would you read it?

[1waveshortofashipwreck]

Easy Company as Pokemon Trainers Part 2

Alright lads time for PokeBoB Part 2 - Electric Boogaloo!

Find Part 1 with Guarnere, Popeye, and Luz here!

Ron Speirs - Ghost Type Trainer

Companion Pokemon - Oricorio

Eugene Roe - Poison Type Trainer

Companion Pokemon - Seviper

Carwood Lipton - Normal Type Trainer

Companion Pokemon - Staraptor

Dick Winters - Flying Type Trainer

Companion Pokemon - Braviary (I didn't realize till later I legit gave Winters the Screaming Eagle of Pokemon, it fits so perfectly)

Other Collages in the Works - Buck Compton (Rock), Chuck Grant (Steel), Smokey Gordon (Steel), Babe Heffron (Ice), Joe Liebgott (Fighting), Don Malarkey (Grass), Johnny Martin (Ground), Skip Muck (Water), Lewis Nixon (Psychic), Alex Penkala (Bug), Frank Perconte (Rock), Shifty Powers (Fairy), Bull Randalman (Ground), Floyd Talbert (Dragon), Joe Toye (Dark), David Kenyon Webster (Psychic), Harry Welsh (Ice)

Other Ideas I wanna work on - Pokemon League Easy Company, Easy Company with non-battling jobs

Taglist: @panzershrike-pretz

If you have any PokeBob ideas/requests or want to be added to the taglist please let me know!! ❤️✨

[ahotknife]

i should be able to make folders directly in google docs

[shawncantwrite]

so if I said I have like. Oh I don't know, a multichapter Filipino Aswang named reader x Larissa x Marilyn fanfic complete with my art in every chapter but I'm just too shy to post anything ever.. would anyone read it?... hypothetically. Just. Just asking for a friend...

Edit: Reader's name is Claire Royales, she was also study buddies with Larissa in school. They met in the forest.

[mochalottie]

Me throwing my dissertation into the submission folder literally two minutes ago:

also me two seconds ago:

yeah I'm gonna need a few hours to process the fact that I've handed in 10,000 words of academic writing...

(also @hella1975 we match now! :)

[ghost-proofbaby]

i want you to know that i keep getting this biker couple's tik toks on my fyp and every time i see one i melt into the floor because its so 24 hours eddie and reader AND I MISS 24 HOURS EDDIE SO BAD AND I ESPECIALLY MISS WHEN THEY WATCHED HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON

STOP DON'T MAKE ME THINK ABOUT THEM WHEN I'M TRYING TO WRITE FOR MAROON DON'T DO THIS TO ME DON'T-