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[sexypinkon]

Sexypink - Jackie Hinkson - Carnival themed painting.

[the-meme-from-uncle]

Random sketchbook doodles (colourised)

[spnfanficpond]

New Member Spotlight January 2025

The Pond is always growing and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family and a little info about them!

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

doe - she/they, @nyc-pizza-rat, Purple_Starflower (AO3), sleepydoe (Discord)

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - A few — ofmd, good omens, do bollywood movies count?

Looking for in the Pond? - Community and support! Also accountability

Pairings you read? - Destiel, mostly

Genres you read? - Fluffy & Angst, low smut, soulmate AUs, Accidental marriage

What do you like to write? - One shots

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? -Long fic

Mari D - she/her, EST, @rosemariad, kunoichidelahoja (AO3), R0s3mar1_D (Discord), mari_m_d on Instagram, mdgurl on Twitter (I'm always gonna call it Twitter, idc lol) & bluesky

OTP? - Destiel, SamJess

Other fandoms? - Naruto

Looking for in the Pond? - Support, engagement, social activity

Something to signal boost? - I'm working on an SPN fanfic series - I've published 5 fics contributing to that series spanning from the end of s4 to s8, s9 is currently in progress and will be done by next week, here's the link to the series on Ao3:

Pairings you read? - ships, occasional love triangles

Genres you read? - angst, PWP, smut, slow burn, Canon divergent, Canon compliant, the occasional bit of crack for levity lol.

Favorite writer(s)? - favorite fanfic writer not necessarily but favorite fics absolutely: our old heroes by adelaclancy, a room of ones own by northernsparrow, four letter word for intercourse by @bendingsignpost

What do you like to write? - I love putting my own spin of Canon events and then spiraling from there, so it tends to be in-universe but Canon divergent or Canon compliant and writing from a character's perspective never seen before.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - SPN Inferno

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I would've previously said publishing this spn fanfic series I'm working on but just gauging people's thoughts on it would be super helpful, what works, what doesn't work? what would people want more of or less? I want these fanfics to be the best it can be because of how long the SPN Fandom has endured, now reaching 20 years since the show began.

Liane - she/her or they/them, Germany, @chevroletdean, Reika (AO3), reikanra (Discord)

OTP? - Destiel (I also love Samwena)

Other fandoms? - Anime (some of my favorites are Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Attack on Titan, Sailor Moon, Durarara!!, Death Note), Gaming (some favorites are Persona, Animal Crossing, the Legend of Zelda, Ace Attorney), Dungeons & Dragons, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, anything vampire related honestly

Looking for in the Pond? - I hope to connect with other writers/readers, to participate in writing events, and to learn a thing or two (especially about formatting stuff). I'm also looking forward to fic recs.

Something to signal boost? - Back in November 2024 I have created a Tumblr Community for Supernatural Writers. It is a groupchat-esque space for all kinds of writers to connect, collaborate, and help each other out. In December we've hosted a Prompt-Mas event as well as a Secret Santa. Tumblr was rolling out this new feature and I wanted to use it for that purpose. Secondly, I have recently joined a mutual's Discord Server for SPN Fanfic Writers and am currently a mod there.

Pairings you read? - Destiel, Samwena, Reader inserts (all of them! Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, etc.)

Genres you read? - Angst, fluff, smut. My favorite is ANGST all the way, the heavier the better. Some of my favorite tropes are hurt/comfort, Royal!AU (knight x prince(ss) has my HEART), sunshine x grumpy, friends to lovers, Character A fell first and Character B fell harder

Favorite writer(s)? - There are too many to just pick one, but I'll try to list the first 5 that come to my mind! Alex ( @zepskies on Tumblr and Zeppelin_Skies on AO3), Blondie ( @ohsc on Tumblr and AO3), Dahlia ( @lovedahlia on Tumblr), Fig ( @figthoughts on Tumblr), and Kelsey ( @inknopewetrust on Tumblr and happyhogan on AO3)

What do you like to write? - As of right now I mainly write Dean x Reader and Dean x OC stories. I write for other SPN characters too, though, as well as characters played by Jensen Ackles. They all range from fluff to angst to smut, or revolve around platonic relationships. I generally prefer one-shots, but also write headcanons and multichapter fics. My current main project is Tainted, a very angsty Dean x Fem!Reader mutlichapter fic revolving around the Mark of Cain and Demon!Dean arc in seasons 9-10.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - NSFW warning, I wrote this for Kinktober 2024: Lingerie

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - As someone who's queer myself, I'd love to write more sapphic x reader fics. I already have (cf. the underappreciated Rowena x Fem!Reader oneshot above), but it fell a bit flat, so I haven't done it again. I love the boys dearly, but sometimes I wanna put more spotlight on the female characters of Supernatural. Especially in x (fem!)reader scenarios, but also just generally. Maybe events where the ladies get to be the main characters would motivate me more, if a couple of people participate.

Mal - she/her, EST, @winchester11213, Winchester11213 (AO3),

OTP? - Sam/Eileen

Other fandoms? - Marvel

Looking for in the Pond? - Recommendations and possibly when I get the gumption, to have others see my writing.

Pairings you read? - Reader inserts

Genres you read? - All genres. Favorite tropes: enemies/friends to lovers; fake relationships

Favorite writer(s)? - @kittenofdoomage is my favorite.

What do you like to write? - Smut, fluff, working my way into some more genres at a snail’s pace

Masterlist!

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - Not yet. I still have 96 (exaggerating a bit) WIP & a 3yo so I’m very slow at putting out work between time restriction and my general lack of confidence

Beth - she/her, Australia, @bettystonewell, betty_stonewell (AO3),

Looking for in the Pond? - Making fandom friends

Pairings you read? - Reader inserts

Genres you read? - Romance with a bit of everything. I prefer humour to angst. Slow burns, friends to lovers, omegaverse

Favorite writer(s)? - @littlegreenplasticsoldier, @kittenofdoomage, and alexjanna91 (on AO3)

What do you like to write? - Dean x reader. Writing from Dean’s perspective

Masterlist!

Abbie - Great Britain, @supernotnatural2005, Supernotnatural_2005 (AO3), Abbalinawrites (Discord)

OTP? - Dean x reader

Other fandoms? - Big sky, SPN RPF, wanting write for more

Looking for in the Pond? - I’d like to be able to communicate with more people, and find new blogs with work to read. I’d love to be able to bounce ideas around and get more advice, or opinions on my work. Be part of a community with lovely people I can share my work and theirs with.

Pairings you read? - Any of Jensen’s characters x reader

Genres you read? - Angst, fluff, smut, alternate universe, A/B/O

Favorite writer(s)? - Currently, my two favourite atm are @zepskies and waynesmultiverse because I have recently read their works, and love everything they put out. Also, Alex has been lovely in responding to some of my work.

What do you like to write? - Angst to fluff, smut, AU, A/B/O

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - A Christmas Miracle

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I would like to write my own Alpha!dean x Omega!reader story. I have attempted but struggled to put the ideas to the page. And maybe idea bouncing? I show/tell you my idea and get feedback or advice?

EnTeSelene - she/her, Spain, @enteselene, enteselene (AO3), EnTeSelene (Discord), enteselene.bsky.soc

OTP? - Wincest

Looking for in the Pond? - I'm looking for fellow fans who love to read and write

Something to signal boost? - I'm the @spneldritchbang mod. On AO3

Pairings you read? - gen, wincest. I don't mind the pairing if the story is good

Genres you read? - lol, horror, case fics, character study... But again I don't mind the trope if the plot is good

Favorite writer(s)? - fleshflutter is to blame that I fell down the rabbit hole

What do you like to write? - horror and dark fics

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - Porcelain Soul

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - uh, thriller? sci-fi? I guess that the plot bunny missed my address

Tiffany (or Tiff) - PA, USA, (no Tumblr or AO3), Maxx15849 (Discord)

Looking for in the Pond? - To meet other writers and support others

Something to signal boost? - I'm working on my own application for writers

Pairings you read? - Oc/Dean Winchester ships

Genres you read? - Romance, friendship

What do you like to write? - Romance, friendship

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - Not really. Still working on the ones I am working on now

That’s all for this month, folks! (If we’re missing anyone, let us know and we’ll add them to next month’s list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @heavenssexiestangel, @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes, and @manawhaat!

[manutavaresofc]

Abra as imagens para ver com qualidade

Cronograma feat. Sailor Moon

Pedido para: @lonelywolfyy do Tumblr

Aqui está uma das minhas obras de artes favorita. Talvez esse não seja meu melhor cronograma, mas com certeza é o qual eu mais admiro.

Sou fã de Sailor Moon desde que me entendo por gente então receber esse pedido foi muito gratificante.

A Nina é um amor de pessoa e tem gostos muitos parecidos com o meu, é uma amiga que fiz online e carrego comigo no dia a dia como uma bosla de mão.

Espero de coração que goste @lonelywolfyy!

Indisponível para adoção, Pedido Pessoal realizado através do Tumblr por MP e WhatsApp.

Em caso de inspiração, credite-me!

[captainqster]

Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

tagged by @shadesofblades and @nabaath-areng <3 <3

tagging: @ravandfriendsxiv @avaritia-ffxiv @justalittleraven @vmbral @ornerykarakul @kolak-magiia @shamelessdisplay @sundered-souls @necro-man-sir tumblr please don't break my stuff

three ships I like: not OC specific? UHHHH

Yusuke/Kurama (YYH [i will never escape this ever])

Usagi/Haruka (Sailor Moon)

Crystal Exarch/Meteor (FFXIV) but give it to me a little unhinged

first ship ever: I really can't even remember

last song you heard: Sixx A.M: X-Mas in Hell

favorite childhood book: Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier. It's a retelling of The Six Swans in an ancient Celtic setting. There's a whole series spanning generations but (imo) none of them are as good as the first

currently reading: Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir. I've wanted to get my hands on these books for a while

currently watching: Nothing currently but I am eagerly awaiting season 2 of Severance

currently consuming: Water

currently craving: an iced matcha latte. have not had one in years and i avoid caffeine like the plague because it hurts me. but i yearn

[persy-r-bozo]

HELLO.. I've been WANTING TO inbox you for some time but haven't had the right words to say without feeling really anxious about it though maybe right now I can finally CONVEY SOMETHING over or ask a question! Hopefully this doesn't bother you all that much! What's your favorite childhood memories of really anything? It can be tv shows, Youtube videos, An activity you did (Making bracelets, Using chalk on sidewalks, etc) JUST WHATEVER MIGHT BRING SOME NOSTAGIA AND JOY! It's an odd question really but sometimes in our worse moments it's better to explore happier times that could exist. I know WORK has been STRESSFUL so maybe talking about something sweet may help (Feel free to GO CRAZY and write as much as you'd like. I enjoy reading what my friends have to say) ILYSM

Dont be anxious!! your more than ok silly!!

Now i am a big movie and animal nerd because thats all i had to watch when i was itty bitty i didn't have streaming or anything because my single ma just couldn't afford it at the time (Super understandable) I LOVED hiking and going outside, AND ANIMALS!! the only time i didn't like going outside was in the summer I didn't like the heat (Still dont)

all we could get was cable and old VHS tapes and DVDS from pawn shops and goodwill (I watched ALOT of PBS kids as it was the only cartoon network we got ) But animal documentary's were the big seller. im sure to my mom it was a win win. kids happy, and learning.

I liked watching movies on vhs, i had alot of old disney movies and my great grandma got me alot of veggietales

THEN the cannon event happened . I went to one of my uncles houses and he had an xbox360 a playstation 2 and OLD Hulu.

My uncle is who i Blame for my weird taste in shows and movies LMao.

He introduced me to Courage the cowardly dog, Invader Zim. Minecraft. Old creepy claymation movies. Spyro, TAWOG, And Anime. He showed me sailor moon and INYUYASHA. And old youtube videos (music videos and Cryiak i think) Also introduced me and my mom to GMM.

They loved weird animation stuff. BUT they were also good babysitters!. they let me watch what i wanted within limits.

i remember looking though their favorites list and seeing happy little tree friends and Morel Orel and being super curious. HE IMMEDETLY turned it off and went "Lets watch something else . i dont think your ready for that yet. Lets watch that when your older, k?" Good guy

Honestly all three of my unlces are good guys

(One of them has tumblr and follows me so if hes reading this this far HAIIIII!!! LOVE YOUUU :D )

I was super surprised when i introduced him (Weird animation uncle not tumblr uncle) to DHMIS, honestly. It was something that seemed both up his and my aunts alley. (It was, They loved it btw)

My mom and grandma bought me a wii when i was like 6 and i still have it. Still play wii sports and harvest moon and PETZ dogz 2

My lore has been dropped and my ocs and interests have probably properly been explained :] (LMAOO-)

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

Why do I give mainly Mekakucity actors? Mainly because it's the only anime I watched to the end because of my concentration problems (I gave up on "Sailor Moon")

I mean, for me it's long, and this other version seems empty… I know, SM fans will beat me, but let's be honest, it's the least fear in my life (And with MA, I can add "Vocaloid" and the name of the series songs and the name of the manga, so you understand, additional reach)

And this is necessary for the collections to reach people :/

Now that I have your attention:

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Unfortunately, the problem of fewer and fewer people talking about Gaza makes it difficult to reach people :/

In addition, people are not boycotting companies that supported Israel, and liberals who didn't care about Palestine are now using it as a way to force votes for blue people… Eh… Because it is clear that there are more important things than people's lives…

[sailorjisunq]

sailor mia irma vc está aceitando pedidos ou a estrela do tumblr está lotada de asks? eu posso esperar até que vc fique mais tranquilinha aí

amg assim,,,,, aceitando eu to neah mas tem umas 160 asks acumuladas aqui🙈 mas pode mandar!! deixo vc passar na frente da fila pq vc tem bom gosto pra fazer as unhas!

[caffeinated-fan]

Desktop>logs>Iceman

Chapter 2

Summary:

A glimpse into a slow day at Top Gun, complete with minor inconveniences and lonely wallowing, hurray!

Notes:

This is my first real attempt at a long fic, and trying to come up with a story. This chapter was started over *checks notes* 267 days ago.... I've spent that past (almost) year reading RoosterForMe fics on tumblr and trying wrangle a similar vibe for this. If you want to read *chef's kiss* TG:M fics I cannot recommend her works enough. <3<3<3

Tuesday morning, 10th June.

Laundry, and sweeping. Groceries-MILK and creamer

I was writing my day plans out, my coffee getting colder next to me. Scribbling in the dates of upcoming appointments and services. My pen settled on the square for Saturday, scribbled in hasty pencil marks was ‘Dinner w/ Kazansky, Kans. Barbeque’.

This would be fine, it wasn’t going to suck. Barbeque is good, and therefore things around barbeque are also good.

“That’s a normal thing to think,” I mumbled to myself, taking a sip of coffee. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy being around other people, quite the opposite.

It’s fine, no one would look at an archivist and assume they’re a party animal. Tom seemed to enjoy my company, he somehow made it easier to talk to him. Like he understood when to give me space to talk, not bowling me over to finish what I was saying.

I stowed my journal in my backpack and set out to work. Stopping by my door to plop my basil plant outside.

“Bye, Boski Boo!” I hollered at the small aquarium in the living room before shutting the door.

I drove up to the MA at the base’s gate, holding out my ID, and sliding my bag to the front to let him check it. The ammunition pouches on his kevlar vest sagged inward without clips to hold them open, but the clip in his gun kept the impression that he very much would shoot me if he had to. I drove past him, continuing down a road leading along the edge of base. Despite working here for almost a year I had rarely seen further into the base, my clearance only allowing me a few blocks in. But, I still got to see the buzz of military life in the distance. I had started getting used to the sound of aircraft zipping overhead and buzzing buildings when they came in to land. Although it made calling people while on base a nightmare with jet engines often drowning out both ends of the line.

I hopped out of my car slinging my bag over my shoulder. The brick building stood in the middle of a perfectly kept green, the paved paths clean and swept. As I walked up the path I remembered my first week here, I would cut the corner and step across the grass. Finally I noticed each time I did a sailor would wince or grimace to themselves. One finally told me they’d had it beaten into them to Never EVER walk on the grass. Apparently one of the Officers liked to make sailors who broke that rule crawl on all fours on the grass next to the paved path.

The doors to the archival building stuck as I moved inside, the sea air eating away at the metal. I waved quickly at the receptionist (Katy?) making a b-line for my office. I pushed the power switch on my computer and set about emptying my bag while it booted up. Digging through the mail for any updates on requested materials and orders for copies.

...

Stacking file-boxes full of newly printed copies, I pushed through my office door towards the archives. Walking down the aisles, carefully returning the cassettes to their boxes along with their CD copies. I’d finished up the day after Tom came by. I'd spent the rest of that day thinking about him sitting quietly, flipping through manila folders. ___

I sat clicking my pen, glancing up at Tom through the open doors. His head was bowed, nose almost touching the papers he was looking at. Leaning on his forearms, his hands cradling his head.

“We have magnifying glasses if you need one,” I softly called out. Tom's head popped up, still hunched over the paper.

“That'd be great, thank you.” He pushed up and rubbed at his eyes. I pulled open a desk drawer, grabbed what I needed and headed over.

“I'm surprised you don't need glasses,” I joked, handing him the magnifying glass.

“Hm. Not yet, but I don't doubt that grandpa reading glasses are in my future.” The mental image of Tom with glasses popped into my head. Oh. That's not bad at all…Maybe he's a horn-rimmed glasses guy, maybe more classic chic,

....

Okay, she's definitely thinking about me in glasses, now. I had no intent on telling her the grandpa glasses were fully in use already. Thankfully I'd only ruined my near sight from shoving my nose in books all day. I'm not sure I could survive Mav knowing I need glasses.

“I'm sure you'll look very distinguished when the day comes.” I felt her hand land on my shoulder before she walked away. Back through the two doorways to sit behind her desk. My face a little warm at the thought of someone finding my glasses attractive

My eyes dropped down to the papers in front of me. A-5 Vigilante variable geometry and their wind tunnel results. My brain goes back to running its two trains of thought. Half of my mind was focusing on the words, the other half combing through ideas to get her to come back over. I cleared my throat, leaning towards the doorway.

“There's one configuration for the A-5 that's an almost wingless design..” ___

The quiet of the archival room pressed against my ears. Layers of paper and cardboard softening the outside world as it slips through the roof and chatters along the metal I-beams.

“Weh, Wil, WILLIAMS! James E.,” my shout of triumph cut through the silence like a knife careening through a window. Pulling down the box I gently laid the cassettes and CDs onto a new cardboard divider and closed the box. My eyes cast around the large, quiet room as I gathered up the box to put it away. The desk by the door, the foldout steel chair looking morose and empty. He’d even pushed it back in. The magnifying glass neatly tucked against the wall. I hadn't had anyone come into records just to read for leisure in a few months. Mostly older sailors coming in on a slow day to peruse photographs and battle plans. I huffed and pushed the box onto the shelf and headed back to my office.

My open notebook caught my attention as I sat back down, Dinner w/ Tom circled in red on the 14th. The day before catching my eye, Friday 13th, making me smile. If I made it through that BBQ would be a nice reward for not getting murdered.

…

“Lieutenant Kazansky to tower, pre-flight checklist complete, awaiting orders.”

“Acknowledged, await further instructions,” the operator’s voice took on a less professional tone as she continued, “Get comfy, Ice, the engineers are still checking the runway for debris.” A jet had come in after hitting some birds and had left some nasty gifts for the ground crews, no one was injured thankfully. I shoved my head back as much as the crowded cockpit would let me. I'd gladly spend all day in my jet but for God's sake usually I was flying. I felt Slider jostle around behind me as he sat forward in his seat.

“Since we have some time to ourselves, let me tell you about that blonde, Rachel,” Slider said, his mask clunking against my chair.

“Is this the dumb one or the pretty dumb one?” I joked, remembering the two from last week. We'd gone to a bar far enough off base that the girls were excited to see a pilot but not total tag chasers. Slider had spent the night with a blonde on each arm like he was weighing his decision on who to stick with me. He was a hell of a RIO, and a decent wingman. Meaning he'd figure out fast if I wanted a girl that night and happily take home both if I didn't.

“Ha-Ha. Condescending laugh. She was plenty smart, works as a receptionist for some big company. Likes old planes. Anyway, she's got a friend, a stewardesses, coming in to visit next week who just adores the strong silent type. Said she'd love to set you up on a double date with us.”

“She sounds less like a hit it and quit it and more like a date, Slider,” I joked. He huffed and sat back in his seat. I waited for him to say some snappy comeback.

“Slider?...She was a one nighter, right?”

“...”

“Oh-ho-ho, Cupid landed a shot last night? That's great Slide, why the hell'd ya keep it from me?” Slider wasn't some chauvinistic prick who'd rather die than say he gets the warm fuzzies.

“Well, she was, a one night, ya'know. I spent the night-,” “Nice.” “I was going to head back home but she offered to order some food and we started talking. Then in the morning she said there was a nice brunch place on the way back to the bar. Her car is cool too, shitty driver though. It just kinda smacked into me, she's so cool, man. I was like some dopey highschooler, cracking jokes and being terrified I'd annoy her somehow.”

“You? Annoy someone? Impossible, you only chew all your pencils and think out loud, have awful hygiene…” I joked, Slider pushing against my chair, before continuing. “I'd love to meet her, blind double date be damned.”

“Tower to Lieutenants, clear to proceed to the runway.”

…

This sucked. Okay not suck-sucks, but I was getting tired of this E-3 and his adherence to Not Helping Me. The wobbly stool was not helping me either, threatening to tip over as I grabbed boxes from the top shelf. He had been courteous when he’d told me what he needed from the archives, though his kindness ended there. Letting me climb up and down to retrieve the hefty boxes.

“Why weren’t you given a ladder? Shouldn’t there be a ladder just for this room?” he asked, shifting the boxes next to him with his foot. He reached up and steadied my back as I climbed down.

“No, there isn’t. The building flooded a few years back and it rusted. Now, we have stools.” I dusted down my shirt and took the box from him. “S’That everything? Good.” GET OUT. He pulled a smile and lead the way out. Catching the door with his shoulder and nodding me past.

I dropped the box I was holding in his arms (probably harder than I should given the contents), pulled a smile, and went to my office. “Thank you, Ma'm. I'll be sure to get these back to you, all papers present.” He flashed a grin and adjusted the boxes to keep them stacked.

“Hope this isn’t the only trip you take over here,” the receptionist, (Katy, no Kathy?) said, pushing her chair back to get the main doors.

“Oh, I don’t think my CO will ever stop sending me here, ‘course you could always come see me.”

I pulled my door closed to avoid hearing them flirt. Kathy (I’ve decided that had to be it) liked uniforms more than the person in them, always chasing around the sailors who’d recently been stationed here. I sat back in my chair with a sigh, trying to calm myself. I shouldn’t be upset. That E-3 wasn’t doing anything wrong. I had no real reason to be annoyed with him. A small flush of guilt spread up my neck. I hated being mad, I hated losing control over myself, I hated how people treated me like a child when I got upset. I blew out a breath, leaned forward, and started typing in the logged out materials.

…

My keys slid into the lock as I shoved my body weight against it. I dropped my bag inside the door, and scooped up my basil plant. The door clicked shut behind me, shutting out the last bit of light. The light of Boski’s tank barely lit up the room as I walked over to him. Boski, my comet goldfish, stared in my general direction from his tank as he swam slowly around. I watched with a small smile as he passed under the sign I hung above his cave, “Lord Byron Boksilous the Spacious”.

“Well, Boski-nova, I had a very boring day, I don’t know how you manage.” I sat down on the floor then let my body fall flat on the carpet. I really did like this job, the hours were fine, pay was decent. My dad had told me stories about how good it was to be contracted by the military in some way. While I wasn’t directly contracted I still had nice benefits.

“Only reason they're so good is no one else is there. It’s one of the largest on base repositories and they hired one person, Boski.” The hand I had raised to make my point clear to Boski flopped down beside me.

“One, angry, lonely person…” Drowning in a little pity pool sounded like a good ending to this day. I layed there watching the reflections of the tank on the walls.

…

My truck's engine rumbled against my back as I stood across from Cary in some hotel parking lot. I’d driven her back after Slider went home with Rachel again, leaving Cary to get a cab. She’d hesitantly accepted my offer to drive her and I’d spent the whole time salvaging my image. It'd been a rocky start to our double date. I spent a good while getting back into the swing of flirting. Cary’d spent the date flicking her attention from me to the first round college game over my shoulder. Slider was right, the two women did enjoy aviation talk. We'd regaled them with training tales and finished with our great tale of flying with Mav, I embellished his prowess for the night, no use adding to his reputation. Now, she stood a few feet away smoking under a half-alive lamppost, the sickly green light making her dress look a weird ocean blue.

“Are you leaving or do you wanna come up?” She’d been smoking in silence for so long I jumped a little. Her eyes were locked on me, her expression was fixed between boredom and bedroom eyes. Or just tired. She’d told me how little sleep she got when she worked, catching a few hours in a cramped hotel room with three other girls. I weighed my options, the evening was awkward and she wasn’t as nice as Rachel was. She wasn’t bratty, she just didn’t care to work around feelings. Preferring to speak as frankly as she could without being overly rude. She was hot, pretty tall, and seemed to have gotten over my rocky start.

She walked to the hotel door and threw away her cigarette, standing by the side entrance. I opened my truck's cab, turned the engine off and put the key in my jacket. My legs carried me to her side as she opened the door, leading me inside.

The door’s lock clicks closed softly

[hypnosworlds]

Tumblr me dejo de funcionar en la tablet, intente subir esta imagen desde hace un buen pero bueno, nueva imagen! tengo ya varias acumuladas por esta falla, pero X hice a Rey (Sailor Mars) creo que pude haber captando mas su personalidad pero bueno uwu

[andtheny]

Looks like Rain - Chapter 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1353291948-looks-like-rain-chapter-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=andtheny&wp_originator=pncpu%2FHH3IlSxhMgnys%2BNmYdMnolrWL6RYE0IU%2B4IPFqnlPnKeYsySHKD171Omo12TFD2me4Q8vLglo141T5i7ZV92LYUSqQSgXinhNU87FcsCRwzXjya7mGuIbf9LEd Xodó Černý was twelve when he caught his father without the mask. "Neikea!" the alien shouted. Then the alien began to swear like a sailor. Except he did it in other languages, "Грузить!" the alien screamed. "Ma laasot?!" "Ugh," Xodó said. "I already knew you were a weirdo, but those green bulb thingies on your head are super ugly! Can you please put your mask back on?"

[gaia-mix-nicolosi]

L’update si trasferisce su Tumblr! - The update moves to Tumblr!

Una lingua e dei termini che uso spesso…

Alolissimo – Ciao

(ovvero: Alolissimo Pomel di Orel Lucentel!)

Samarche intorno? – che fai, come stai

Basicamente – praticamente

Nibiru – il pianeta impossibile

Nomi Divergenti – i nomi nondiegetici che io uso spesso

Wainsw0rd – Susan Wainwright, Boyd Wainwright, Blair Wainwright, e Cycl0n3 Sw0rd di The Sims 3

In Bocca al Luvic – In bocca al lupo

Adric – anche detto… il prezzemolo!

Dannata Gramigna – Susan Wainwright quando mi ossessionava

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Sigpry – il nome dello stile in cui io disegno spesso

Xyronia – il Nome Divergente dato alla città principale delle mie storie, un nome vago che potrebbe perfino rappresentare una città diversa in una nazione diversa per ogni storia. Ci sono più riferimenti al Caucaso che ad altri posti, ma era più parte dello stile che altro.

Solite Cose – le cose che io ho spesso fatto per abitudine quando non ero lucida. Non si trattava di preferenze, ma di non essere in me, e adesso, le sto togliendo. Di solito si tratta di Pokémon, Sims 3, e Doctor Who (grazie a Doctor Whooves per avermi introdotto alla mia cara amica Nyssa di Traken!) ma include anche i Simpsons, Sailor Moon, Kingdom Hearts, A Tutto Reality, MLP:FiM, Homestuck, Overwatch, Voltron Legendary Defender, e Georgia/saKartvelo (grazie ad Armin “Seymour Skinner” Tamzarian ad avermi introdotto al Caucaso!). Basicamente, avevo bisogno di volizione (ovvero autonomia) per allontanarmi da The Sims, dai Pokémon, dal Caucaso, e ora anche da Doctor Who, e con questa volizione, riuscirò anche a vedere il calabrone (ovvero luvic) come completamente inventato. Non solo ho creduto che molti dei fatti e dei personaggi di quelle serie TV e videogiochi che mi sono infilzati nella testa, erano invece veri e vissuti da me di persona (specialmente Susan wainwright e Luvic di Traken) pur sapendo che fossero puramente inventati, ma ho creduto che la Georgia del Caucaso era il mio posto preferito (anche se non lo era) perché “Susannesca” ovvero ricordante Susan Wainwright. E quando qualcuno non faceva il Caucaso o lo faceva per motivi del mondo reale, mi sentivo gelosa che loro vedevano Susan come un personaggio di un videogioco.

Buco Nero – Una forza che non si sa cos’é, che spesso mi fa arrabbiare e/o mi blocca, e ho bisogno di un grande progetto per uscirne, questo progetto include la mia autonomia e creare nuovi personaggi, ma anche le solite cose ne fanno parte, e non posso liberarmene subito!

Temewa Lops – Il nuovo Nome Divergente di Susan Wainwright. Le ho cambiato il nome così non mi innamoro più di cose per rassomiglianza con lei.

Spinoff – Certe volte appaio appassionata ad una mia ossessione, ma in realtà le conosco di seconda mano. Ho amato il Caucaso non perché o io o un fidanzato\a che avevo, avevano quelle origini, ma bensì conosciuto tramite i Simpson e Seymour Skinner. E ho amato Doctor Who, non guardandolo, ma bensì tramite i My Little Pony. Ho deciso che invece di accusare Susan Wainwright senza motivo, tratterò queste passioni come dei semplici spinoff. Poi ho capito che con Susan intendevo il lutto, che sono stata ossessionata del Caucaso perché avevo un pó un lutto verso “Armin Tamzarian”, che sono stata ossessionata di Susan perché avevo lutto per Blair, e mi sono ossessionata di Luvic perché avevo lutto per lui. Poi ho capito che mi stavo comportando irrazionalmente e che pensare a doctor who non mi faceva dormire, così ho deciso di pensare di meno a doctor who cosí dormivo di più e diventavo più razionale.

Accademiese – Quello che voglio diventare io, una persona che é interessata a fare cose basate sul mondo che le circonda, e non su miseri personaggi di the sims e doctor who.

idea luminosa – quando mi viene una nuova idea

il calabrone (o zanzara) – Luvic, perché é molesto, ingombrante e mi si infilza e mi vola sempre. (Non la sua personalità canonica, ma proprio i miei pensieri su di lui)

allodola – nyvi, perché é uno specchio per le allodole, in realtà voglio fare le cose più sul mondo reale che mi circonda, e abbandonare Doctor Who.

DA COSA DERIVAVANO LE MIE OSSEX PER LE SOLITE COSE: (in realtà non erano nemmeno ossex, erano sogni, le sognavo di giorno ad occhi aperti e le sentivo come vere, cercherò di sognarle solo la notte, e isolandomi di meno, sarò meno affezionata a loro, e piú affezionata al mondo reale)

Pokémon – volere scappare da susanita ovvero susan wainwright, o da the sims in se

Sims 3 – inizialmente con sims 2 era arrabbio per l’arrivo delle assistenti sociali, con sims 3 invece é stata assonanza subconscia tra i nomi Susan con Soans/Sutton/Nyssa, ma c’é anche stato lutto verso Blair. Ma ho capito che quel salvataggio con quella blair morta probabilmente nemmeno esisteva. E in realtà era una trasposisione del mio lutto trakenitico.

Doctor Who – Lutto verso Traken, specialmente Luvic. (non era nemmeno vero lutto, ma solo ossex, é solo che lo trattavo come fosse una persona realmente incontrata) E ho usato Steven per acquisire falsa Chemistria verso certe persone. Poi ho capito che Luvic era il mio interesse speciale anche se non guardo Doctor Who. (Non si tratta di preferenza) Poi ho smesso di vederlo come il mio interesse speciale (ne voglio uno nuovo e più simpatico) e ho capito che piangevo non per la morte di luvic ma perché vedevo tKoT come qualcosa che mi era successa di persona!

Simpsons – Volere scappare da susanita\the sims, assonanza tra i nomi seymour, simpsons, e sims.

Kingdom Hearts, A Tutto Reality, MLP:FiM, Homestuck, Voltron Legendary Defender – volere scappare da susanita\the sims, ma in realtà avevo così tanti cartoni e videogiochi perché volevo ricrearli su the Sims per incontrare Susan.

Overwatch – volere scappare da susanita, assonanza tra i nomi tracer e traken

Georgia\saKartvelo – assonanza tra la bandiera georgiana e la maglietta di susan, la scrittura georgiana e armena mi ricordava il simlish o perfino il trakenite, e la Georgia stessa mi ricordava Traken. E volevo scappare da Susan. E poi anche tramite l’Armenia, vedendo la storia di “armin tamzarian” anche un po’ come realmente esistita.

Insomma basicamente rotea sul fatto che tratto Luvic come esistito veramente 😨(infatti spesso conflatavo specifiche persone che incontravo con dei personaggi inventati specifici) e ho lutto per lui. E che gli altri miei fandom siano basicamente allegorie/metafore per questo lutto affrontato da confusa. 🥴 presto riuscirò a staccare l’elastico e fare quello che voglio fare veramente.

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Simpatico: Lo dico quando non voglio rispondere tanto, ma mi chiedono un’opinione

Sak: la parte del mio subconscio che mi fa finire sempre sulle solite cose senza volerlo.

Elastico: Quando le mie ossessioni mi tirano e c’è ancora un aggancio ma io cerco di spezzarlo ma un giorno lo romperò e vivrò finalmente nel mondo reale. É per questo che porto sempre un elastico al braccio, come memoria.

[anayka05ymewtwo06]

Perdón la Ausencia en Discord tumblr ig. Y wattpad. Esto era dolor de Ass y dolor de tetas porque la Hdp de Amarilys mi hermana tuvo que pagar la membresia de pokémon home

Pero pronto continuaré el pokécuento pero tuvo mas continuación en ig y wattpad

Pero la culpa no se la echo a mi madre sino a mi hermana Amarilys

TE ODIO AMARILYS!

Ojala sufras!

Pues creo que en paldea panamá segun el trailer teaser pronto veriamos a Amarilys como la villana. Pero quien sabe si es al estilo black lady de Sailor Moon

Podremos luchar contra ella Mewtwo? Pregunto

Mewtwo:Es tu hermana. Pero ahora que está del bando de master contra la rescataremos y pelearemos contra esos imbeciles traeremos a Amarilys sana y salva...

Anayka:Asi es Mewtwo. Proteger ami familia siempre.

El arco nuevamente lo pausaré hasta enero 2025 por las fiestas

[showerbong]

ahEM- popcorn me, marco...

If tumblr deletes this like it deleted the incredibly searing and insightful exposé i drafted four months ago about how my ugly ex used to make a point of plopping his ballsack on the arm of my roommate's $3,000 velvet west elm couch every time we fucked in the living room when no one was no one home (i think there was a line about how his ballsack looked like, a digusting and like deflated Easter Peep.. or like two marshmellows crammed together and melting into one kind of blob on a stick over a fire... ) i will perhaps have to CALL IT, idiomatically speaking, on my life.

ok whatever

here's the story- i've been waiting to tell you something, which is that all you have to do in order to think of a story to write is to just start by thinking of a story and then like, writing it,,,... so okay i'm writing little synopsissss

There's this woman who may or may not be a genius; she's not sure, but she's either a genius and her life really is like, INCREDIBLE; or, she is actually so deluded and nutso, like TOTALLY crazy that she has been, in fact, hallucinating her whole entire life. Like, right now, I guess let's call her Isabelle-- Isabelle is 29 years old and is currently either in Croatia on a private yacht with her like, hot and somehow humble boyfriend who cherishes her but doesn't like suffocate her, who like actually GETS her and who also like can banter back, who like used to be a musician but now just like, owns and runs a yacht charter company so he's gone like all the time and leaves her alone (thank GOD), but he's not a sailor who's heart belongs to the sea like this is a fukin Hemingway story or anything; he, let's call him Art (because hes like an art boy and also bc my ex HATES this guy irl named Art), anyway so Art just like oversees everything with the yacht company but also gets to take Isabelle wherever she wants to go like whenever and he is super chill so he also lets her take yacht trips with her besties by herself and doesn't bombard her with like 27 minutes worth of voice notes while she's gone; anyway, isabelle is either there right now tanning with her bestie Hannah somewhere on the Adriatic sea (lets say Art actually didn't come or whatever he's just like on shore somewhere), OR she's in the psych ward at McLean Hospital in Belmont Massachusetts, hallucinating all of this while she sits in bed on an assload of drugs that she doesn't even KNOW about because her husband Art is actually ugly and evil and his secretly dosing her with [drug of choice], and, without her knowledge, has arranged for her to be the first ever human recipient of a brain transplant from an unknown donor source. Actually, if it is the latter, she's in a secret basement under McLean in Belmont MA, next to a bunch of pipes and stuff, where it definitely smells like piss, undergoing the following preparation (of course, without her knowledge as she is heavily medicated and dreaming about the adriatic, which she's obviously too poor to ever go to, really) in anticipation of said brain transplant, undergoing a series of extensive tests and surgical preparations.

[drogonea]

Okay so @snazzy-hats-and-adhd wants to know and i cant really talk about it with anyone besides two family members irl so ill try "being vulnerable on the internet":

Context:

Father: one of the last Blackout adoptions of Hope Cottage in texas in the 1950s. She was a teen, described the father as "dark hair with good teeth" so good chance it was consenual. No names dates faces nothin', no after birth contact. Father was... "Swarthy" so even my maternal uncles thought he might be part Hispanic.

Mom: the exact opposite, the family has a self published Book of Geneology that goes back to the 1640s. Lots of German and Dutch, Grandpas Ma was Swedish. In the 1960s Granpa moves his family of 7 from Virginia to Texas for work. Grandmas Ma is against this because they have no family there either side (She Was Right). I dont think i have ever met my extended family.

Me: i grow up in texas in the 90s/aughts. I do not look like anyone except my immeadiate family members. I do not realize this bothers me for a Long Time. The people who were kindest to me were largely hispanic or black, and i tended to be around them the most due to those demographics dominating my economic strata and the white folks tending to be... well i'm (probably) autistic so you can guess. As this was texas ie racism/classism central what i internalized was "I look different because i am White Trash but this is fine" (I'm better now). This includes multiple internet searches of "what do German/dutch/swedish People look like" all returning the same group of similarly faced people who dont look like me. I use Ancestry.com to trace my direct maternal line to find Irish ancestry. I dont look like them either. I promise myself if i ever get out of Texas I'll think about getting my genes done. I discover tumblr.

I get out of Texas! (^▽^)🎉 im so happy i dont even care anymore! Life improves drastically! (I miss good enchiladas (T＿T)) I switch to learning Irish for my great⁷ granny. i read tumblr, alot of tumblr. People talk about how important their families and culture are to them, how damaging the concept of "Whiteness" is. How they have a place they Know they Belong. How cults and supremecists prey on people without a Place. Double Empathy. How autism is genetic. Im studying German, alot of german culture seems very similar to what Autistic people would find ideal.

The saga of the great sealing stone (;ﾟ∇ﾟ)...

...

...( ・_・) i gotta know, i'll regret not knowing. Whatever it is, i'll accept it. And to make it fun, whatever im the most of, I'll learn the language (　＾ω＾) i thought hey its probably Irish and im already learning that but this way it'll feel more "mine". I'll study the culture and try things their way to see if i like it, like how i pirate autism life strats. Im expecting maybe 10-12 different countries (^_^)v ton of sailors on one side and mystery mix on the other, probably some kind of "euromutt" right?

So about september i do the spit thing. Opt out of labs and studies and people matching etc. send it off. Im extremely anxious. I read testimonials, the one that sticks with me is a 40 something adoptee that finds out he 73% greek, visits and sees behaviours he thought were unique to him on people hed never met. Im on r/23andme daily. i read how different people react to different results, how happy they are to Know. The family drama. Losing a connection they thought was a birthright. And i keep telling myself "whatever it is i'll accept it" even all the while im hoping im enough of something to Be something. ( ._.) Im in my 30s I dont have time to wander around in the dark trying to find what makes me happy anymore, especially when there might be people who already know through centuries of work.

I get the results back kinda early! Its October

The Results:

Three Countries

Only three (゜゜;)(。。;)??? Even with the teenmom lovechild mystery adoption???

6.8% "broadly northwestern european" ( ・∇・) oh bronze age germanic invasions, you scamps /DEROGATORY.

(　＾Д＾)/ theres the swedish at 6.7% Hi Grandma! Oh! Strong region matches for Svealand and ...Trondheim? Norway?? ( ﾟAﾟ ) who're you?

Germans only at 16%? No region matches? (゜.゜) im not similar to anyone whose living there now... ( ´･ω･) well it is dice rolls all the way down. S'fine. Little sad tho.

70% British & Irish with Strong and Very strong region matches! ((o(^∇^)o)) IM SOMETHING IM SOMETHING I- ( ﾟーﾟ) What do you mean distantly Irish? What the heck is a Lancashire?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN SCOTLAND??? ((ﾟ□ﾟ;))

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WAS 100% UK???

Like that only happens if your like... still in the country right? Σ(￣□￣;) i mean, post-war britain wasnt in the best shape but TeenGranny? Why were you in texas? How did you get preggers by what the only other UK guy in Texas???

WHICH ONE OF YOU WAS FROM LIVERPOOL??? (; ﾟ ﾛﾟ)

Neither Liverpool or Scotland Ever Came Up, not on ancestry, not in the geneology book, no family stories. I only kinda look Pudlian if you squint but i looked up Scottish folks and ya know what?

I look like them

According to the data ive got a couple distant ancestors buried in Orkney

So now im learning scottish gealig and reading up on scottish history and Im Never Telling Anyone IRL. Especially the Scottish

And thats why im like that

I guess

Tl;dr the UK got bleached out of both sides of my family so hard i never even considered it a possibility untill Last Month. And i cant even talk about it because i dont think anyone will believe me because its too dang dramatic. Also thats why ive been doing those uk themed polls lately. Guess i needed to talk about it. Knowing is strange.

I wanna try IRN BRU. i heard it tastes like redbull.

If anyone would like to know whats wrong with me on like, a conceptual level, i got the results back

[adeleisexceptional]

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