#well she hasn't yet has she?

[getvalentined]

I wonder if people realize that if they don't like the way someone is organizing a fandom event, they can just make their own. They don't have to be nasty to the person heading up the event they don't like. They don't have to send anon messages with intent to make them feel bad. They don't have to spread lies about the person heading up the event. They don't have to do anything like this.

They can literally just make their own event. No one is stopping them.

But I guess I shouldn't expect better from this crowd.

[hideawayfairy]

Hellaverse G/t Appreciation Post

[bumblingbabooshka]

In 'vis a vis' Janeway doesn't mention B'Elanna in the list of people who're worried about Tom which implies that B'Elanna didn't report the fact that "Tom" grabbed her arm, called her a disappointment and broke up with her (as Janeway definitely would have mentioned it as evidence of him acting strange if she knew about it) which makes sense on several different fronts but also makes me scream and cry loud enough to break glass.

[tricoufamily]

a current day nils and a 90s college student nils who's way too intense about his internship walk into a bar

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Here is the first headcanon we are expanding on:

-I think once adopted, Spider is a mama’s boy. He craves physical attention and he has been raised essentially Na’vi in a way that Jake hasn’t. I think he would connect with Neytiri’s parenting style more, I think they’d do a lot of weird shit together that the other kids would rather die than help with, like cooking or mending shit. I think Spider would be literally delighted to help with boring household chores with his mother and that’s so mamas boy of him. He’s a “mother, do you need help with dinner, can I do the dishes so you can sit down?” kid while all the rest of them are gagging and calling him a suck up in the background.

-Spider likes cooking. It's always been something he could help with easily even if he couldn't always eat what was being made. Kiri hates cooking and always has because she hates when her brothers expect her to cook. On Jake and Neytiri's date nights to avoid a fight, Spider would always just offer to help Neteyam.

-Neytiri does most of the cooking for the family. Jake is not a bad cook, he's just not a good cook. He has skills but they are mediocre. She does not mind, because she likes it. It's a chance to personally use Eywa's gifts and transfer them into energy for her family, a way to thank Eywa herself instead of just accepting the bowl from the clan cookfires. It's a calming mental reset every time, and the natural conclusion to every hunting trip.

-None of her children have taken any interest in this particular lifeskill. Kiri, who would sooner let her attention drift and let the cookfire burn the mauri to the ground, doesn't have the attention span for anything other than Eywa. Lo'ak has to be essentially bound and shackled to the cookfire to do any work, and he complains the entire time to the point that Neytiri gets a headache. Neteyam always helps with no complaints, but he obviously does not enjoy it much and it always makes Neytiri feel bad for forcing him because he's the most agreeable. Tuk is too young to be anything other than a nuisance during a task like that.

-So it's comes as a great surprise when, after Neteyam was shot and the demon child rescued, she finds him watching her every move every time she prepares a meal.

-At first she thinks it's because of the boat and the cut on his chest. The knife in her hand as she chops the roots. It's not not that, but it is something more. A curiosity for the direction she stirs a boiling pot, and for the order she adds the spices.

-It had honestly never occurred to Neytiri at all that the child had a personality or interests outside of things mimicked from her children. Insolence and loyalty from Lo'ak, disobedience and morality from Kiri, honesty and stubbornness from Neteyam, even playfulness from Tuk. But none of her kids are at all interested in cooking.

-Spider and Neteyam are both confined to the mauri for recovery, and Neteyam is out like a light by eclipse every night and has to be awoken for evening meal. Spider is silent at Neteyam's side, where he spends most of his time, like Neteyam has to watch him to be sure he's there. She doesn't ask him, just slides over a cutting board and a knife and then passes him a vegetable to cut.

-Neytiri would have to be blind to not notice how perfectly he copies her cuts from before.

-That continues, with Jake and the other kids none the wiser, for a few days, until eventually she puts him in charge of stirring. He has to leave the safety of Neteyam for that, but the lure of the task is too great. He stirs, counterclockwise four times and clockwise twice, just like she always does.

-The next night she tests him. Asks him to get out the ingredients for a certain meal, the one she made the first night she noticed him watching, over a week ago. He doesn't miss a thing. They work shoulder to shoulder, side by side. Every night on, she has him fetch the ingredients unless she shows him something new.

-Tuk is the first to catch them in their silent little game, coming in to see if Neytiri will deem Spider well enough to at least come see the stars, which look particularly clear that night. Neytiri says he can go, and is shocked by how sad he looks for one second before turning to Tuk, like she'd kicked him.

-When she directs him to start the meal the next night he seems surprised, and she realizes he thought the dismissal the night before was a permanent one. So when Tuk comes for him again when he's helping with lunch, she tells Tuk that he's busy. She is not good at reading body language without a tail or ears to judge with, but he turns even pinker than usual and seems to vibrate with energy for the rest of the day.

-Neytiri is fairly sure the entire family knows about the cooking thing, because she's pretty sure Neteyam is not actually asleep at every mealtime still at this point. He's really recovered a lot by now, and she's pretty sure he ratted her out and that's why the mauri becomes essentially off limits to everyone besides her and Spider during every meal prep time. Sometimes she thinks she can hear Kiri and Lo'ak chasing someone off who was trying to come visit.

-Spider and her do not talk for the most part, they just become increasingly in tune with each others movements. Cooking with someone is a hard pairing to match, and Neytiri usually finds it incredibly frustrating, even with Jake sometimes. Spider seems to be able to read her mind, hand her the exact right spice before she even finished the thought about how it was needed, or finishing dicing at the exact moment the vegetables need to be added.

-She finds his personality in tweaks he adds to her recipes, some needed to adjust for his human palate, but always compensated for in an explosion of creativity between them both to find an adequate or even superior substitute. She apologizes in lessons, basics and then the hard stuff, things she should've been teaching him for years. They learn in tandem, each other and the Metkayina cuisine, types of squid and clams and seaweed that add tastes that must be enhanced and balanced with the correct tools, just as a child must be to grow properly.

-She finds herself mourning days alone at the cookfire, or days with one of her other kids who wanted to be anywhere else. Days where he was likely waiting for them outside, interested in what she was doing but not wiling to ask.

-There is no direct apology, not yet. For now it is learning, and building new memories and experiences. His songcord, which she has now seen, is basically a recipe book at this point, Jake says. But so is hers. Songs of slicing meat that provides energy from Eywa, and souls meeting souls for the first time.

[andromeda3116]

oh there is something good that came out of january:

i got engaged!

[blujayonthewing]

Do you think your other OCs are sad that Felix Buzz Lightyear’d them?

to be honest I think I'm more sad about it than any of them would be :'D when will my girl return from the war (me not having any particular motivation to draw her).......

but also like. it's not like I was drawing elyss a lot before. you know?

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

eddie comes out as a trans woman and stevies internally like. uh oh.

and then eddie's like yeah im still pretty butch tho so i don't think im gonna like. femme it up too much. and then stevies like oh thank fuck. i mean you do you and i always love and support you but if you went Full Femme you'd literally be nancys twin and i wouldnt have the strength to withstand robins bullying if she found out i ended up dating a carbon copy of my ex

[bleaksqueak]

I want to build a pillow fort for Maia to hide in. Comfy and warm, and arguably safe, with a little sign saying "Maia entry only"

I want so badly to reply to this one with a sketch, but I've not had time to.. maybe I'll get a moment to sooner than later, but with that said: What about the stupid little fox sitting outside the pillow fort wanting friendship another snack ?

[brionysea]

I have been reminded that s3 is one big sigh. my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined

[getreadytosmash]

Decided to do some lil' piccrews of the team as kids to help deal with irl stress right now. Order of the pics are in the tags and this was fun to portray everyone as when they were younger!

[shih-coulda-had-it]

the t-rated beginning to what would be a lemon featuring (1) transgender Nana, (2) a porn trope so shamelessly horny and weird about women i feel compelled to say that kotarou is NOT conceived between them, and (3) the friends-with-benefits nanahiko situationship of all time

wc: ~1.2k

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“I’m back!” Shimura cried out, gracefully sliding through the open window of their shared office space. It was a practice they maintained if one of them had to stay tied to the desk (for overdue paperwork, if nothing else). Since she was in the habit of letting her boots hit the floor with a thump, Sorahiko didn’t flinch from the noise.

What did cause him to look up was the lack of any indicators to Sorahiko’s missing lunch. Shimura had been gone for two hours with no warning other than a brief text. His emergency stash of taiyaki eased the worst of his hunger, but he was, to be blunt, annoyed that she hadn’t picked up even a courtesy carton of yakisoba.

And then he forgot to be annoyed.

“Shimura?” he asked.

She twirled around. Her skirt and cape flared, her hair swung with the movement, and Sorahiko gaped, because the flight suit had been tailored, but never had it had to accommodate these particular curves. Thighs. Hips. Waist. Breasts.

The buzzing, useless voice in his head insisted that this could not possibly be Shimura, because for the entirety of their friendship, Shimura had had the figure of a man.

Well. Perhaps he could be more frank in his head. 

For the entirety of their friendship, Shimura identified as a woman. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t removed the fish and tackle, or that her pectorals were dense muscle and not fatty tissue. It didn’t matter that she sometimes arrived to the agency with a ghost of stubble, or that her throat had a defined bump. If it weren’t for Japan being a little reluctant to get with the times, Seventh Wonder would be giving Recovery Girl a run for her money at the gendered popularity rankings.

This absurdly fantastical vision of a buxom, muscled woman of incredible stature was undoubtedly Shimura’s dream-goal. But—how?

“Who the fuck hit you with a Sex Quirk?” Sorahiko demanded.

“Sex Change Quirk, Sorahiko,” she corrected. The register for her voice was still low, a warm seductive sound with the same lilt, the same cadence. “And who said I didn’t ask for it, hm?”

“Who, Shimura?”

“Ah, relax, it was Minamori-chan. You know, the lady who ducked the illegal Quirk usage ticket because you’re an ally, and I’m a member of the community?”

“… I remember,” Sorahiko partially lied. Minamori. Illegal Quirk usage ticket, but never recorded. Caught on-site at some independent filming location. His memories informed him it was a barely furnished apartment studio that benefited from Jet’s gusts of wind. Shimura had gotten her number. “I remember her Quirk affects bodies, but didn’t they revert within the day or whatever?”

Shimura stopped at the front of his desk and slapped her gloved palms on the surface. “That’s the thing! I asked her a while back whether or not she’d figured out how to make the change permanent, and—well! You’ll find this funny. For one whole lunar cycle, if you wanted to keep a male body, you had to, uh, empty the tank. So to speak.”

“The tank,” he echoed.

“Come dry every night,” she said, and Sorahiko wanted to sink into his seat and wither away in embarrassment. He didn’t even have a minute to sit with this particular statement, because then Shimura said, “And if you want to keep a female body, you… uh… you have to just. Be. Well. Ejaculated into? Every night?”

“I’m sorry,” Sorahiko said blankly, half his attention fixed on the task of not staring at Shimura’s new chest, eye-catching as that bust was. “The condition for permanence was what?”

“Don’t make me repeat it,” she whined. 

He re-worded it for her. “Who the fuck has a Sex Quirk—”

“Sex Change, Sorahiko—”

“Some kind of porn trope of a Quirk with the condition that you need to be inseminated from one new moon to the next?!” he barked. He shook his head like a dog trying to shake water from its coat, except in his case, it was him trying to shake off the thought of Shimura being—goddamn it—fucked raw. And, if it hadn’t been clear yet, bred like there was nothing more to her desired body than her uterus. His mouth twisted. “You don’t need a baby to be a woman, Shimura.”

“I know that,” Shimura said.

“Can’t you transition using, I don’t know, shots and gels?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” she said, “if I had the goshdarn money, partner.” She gestured at her body, drawing full attention to—everything. If Shimura had been built before, she was stacked now. Sorahiko was rapidly coming to terms with his apparently flexible sexuality. “I didn’t have an issue with how long it would take. I would’ve waited years for the surgeries. The problem is that our medical insurance doesn’t cover transitioning.”

“I know that,” Sorahiko protested. “But surely you don’t want to have unsafe sex with strangers?”

She gave him a cagey look. It was remarkably similar to her guilty one. “It doesn’t have to be with a stranger…”

He jerked upright. Surely—no. They had mutual friends, and friends who were out of each other’s network. People who they wouldn’t have to see for work in the day after a night in bed. But Shimura was circling his desk and trapping him at his seat, kneeling and holding his wrists at the arms of the chair. There was a new curve to her jawline; had she wanted it softened? Was his memory already adjusting to accommodate Shimura’s favored form? She said, “It needs to be nightly, Sorahiko.”

There was something like panic building in his nerves. “Me. Me? The whole time?”

“Do you—not like women?”

The crestfallen note in her voice caused Sorahiko’s panic to boil over. “Women are great,” he said loudly, tripping over the sheer inanity of the statement. “They’re—they’re awesome. I love ‘em. But, uh, I don’t know if you want me to—every night?”

“I trust you,” she said plainly. 

This, on top of everything else, lanced his anxiety and bled it clean down to his most basic instinct: to be her best friend, her partner through thick and thin, her fucking (pun not intended, shit) bulwark against the bigots of her family and society. Sorahiko swallowed his self-doubt and steeled himself. He nodded. He said, “Alright, Shimura. You’re happy with how you look, though? No buyer’s remorse?”

She grinned. “Sorahiko, I couldn’t get better boobs if I tried.”

A bubble of helpless, affectionate laughter escaped him. “Ha! Ha, yeah, they’re—geez, you look good, Shimura. You’re happy, I’m happy.”

“I’m happy,” she echoed, and she boosted herself to her feet by pushing her hands against his knees. Sorahiko got a glorious eyeful of her chest rising above him. “We’ll talk after work, yeah? Hash out the specifics.”

“Yeah, sure. My place?”

“You’ve got the nicer bed.”

“And a stocked kitchen.” When Shimura scoffed and pretended to dust off her red half-skirt, Sorahiko cleared his own throat and bravely ruined the mood. Because if Shimura was going to retain her new anatomy and physiology for the future, then… “Should I buy you, uh, sanitary… pads? Tampons?”

Shimura pursed her lips. “Are you asking if you have to suffer period sex?”

“I’d do it for you,” he said honestly.

“That’s…” She bounced on her heels, and it took everything for Sorahiko to study her hair (still shoulder-length, but he knew Shimura wanted to grow it out longer) instead of the new perkiness of her assets. “That’s really heartwarming, Sorahiko! I don’t think Minamori-chan said anything about a menstrual cycle for the first month, but I’ll ask her later.”

“Alright.”

She grinned down at him. “Wanna go clothes shopping with me and Chiyo-chan?”

“I have limits, Shimura.”

[bitchthefuck1]

Literally without fail every couple of weeks my manager will be like "this communication should have gone out already, why have you not sent it???" and I have to find a polite way to be like, girl YOU didn't approve it

[widowshill]

r/v + loneliness.

102 / Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca, ch. 4 / 4 / 8 / Art Wallace, Shadows on the Wall / 603 / Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca, ch 4. / 473 / Richard Sherman, Demo: "Lovely, Lonely Man/Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Finale" / 2

[ladyseidr]

and what if i finally decided on a fc for anna / mrs. em.ily. what then. ( do you love her )

[blujayonthewing]

[peering suspiciously into the christmas tree] are you two being naughty or are you just killing each other