#yes this is a week late but listen

[khaotunq]

I heard someone wanted to join the debate club. ⇢ Aou Thanaboon as Jeng (Hidden Agenda, 2023)

[soapyakships]

ZUKYUN ~ <3

[jamiethebeeart]

Spinaraki week day 2: Monster

I've been reading too many manhwas because I immediately went fantasy au where Shigaraki is the hot Duke/lord/noble with the reputation of being cold, stern, and ruthless on the battlefield and Spinner is (????) the love interest that falls for him (housewife spinner and pink haired love interest allegations will never be beat I'm sorry)

(but Shigaraki fits the ruthless leader who actually cares for the people he's in charge of trope so well afdjfkglns)

[cerealbishh]

Back near the shore, back to before

You took my hand

[screamingay]

was tagged by beloved mutual @skywitchmaja !! to shuffle my on repeat and post the first 5 songs in a poll so

gonna tag more beloved mutuals @glitteratti @billspreston-esq @shadow-banned-the-hedgehog @heaventouch @wormpool @rccat @femmehysteria

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

[its-or]

watt becoming available for licensing or whatever it’s called and the longest johns community project being on bones in the ocean AND going live within the same week is big for me personally and like two other people worldwide

[lesbianstarlightglimmer]

Jfc

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

this is not fire emblem i just have to say

HOW IS IT

THAT WE GOT

CHRIS PRATT

FOR MARIO IN THE MARIO MOVIE

RIGHT? RIGHT

AND JAPAN GOT FUCKING MAMORU MIYANO IM FUCKIN LOSIN IT

[six-of-ravens]

have come to the belated realization that when I talk to people about MCOA joining the army (the latest hot goss in the office) and they all say with forced cheer "well, he will thrive with that kind of structure!" they are not saying, as previously thought, that he's going to be happy there, they are saying in a much politer way than I have been that he's gonna absolutely fuckin hate it but it might be the one thing that finally makes him grow up and develop interpersonal skills and some sense of professionalism.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

God gives his toughest battles (seeing excessive angst-mongering about my faves) to his strongest soldiers (me)

[angerygoomba]

listening to ants from up there like a normal healthy person that has relationships that they know will thrive and will not be lost and is certain of their future and enjoys whats happening today and what was happening yesterday and last week and last month. and im cool about it

[3pirouette]

Preview of a Currently Untitled Steggy Work

So, I'm a little bit bummed that I didn't get to do what I wanted to do for Day 7 of Steggy Week. Between my wrist and a CEU course this weekend I paid WAY too much money for, the odds were stacked against me. Especially since I basically only had an outline.

So, I'm a little late, but I'm going to post a preview of the story. This would probably be chapter 1 or the prologue if I was going to do it in chapters, but in my brain it's absolutely a one shot.

This way, my brain feels like I've managed Day 7 (even if I'm late... oops) but I'm still going to eventually be able to write the whole story in a way I feel like it needs to be written (because I'm absolutely not going to post WIPs at this time. Sorry)

Oh, And I'm not revealing what this is an AU of... I'd love to see if you can guess. ;)

Title: Untitled Steggy AU Preview

By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette

Disclaimer: They're not mine.

Distribution: Tumblr Only Preview, not beta'd

~*~

Peggy got this feeling, sometimes, that things weren’t quite right. 

Standing over the stove, stirring the noodles as they softened in the boiling water, the sauce bubbling in the pot next to them, she suddenly got the feeling something wasn’t right. Things felt… fuzzy. Soft. Just out of focus. For a second, she couldn’t feel the heat of the steam or smell the tang of the tomato sauce. For a second, there was nothing. 

Then it all came rushing back. Her face was warm and the sauce burbled next to her and the timer was ringing just to her side to remind her to take the garlic bread out of the oven. 

With a sigh she shook her head, pulling the spoon from the pot and opening the oven below, the fragrant cloud of garlic and oregano overtaking her as she carefully wrapped her apron around the edge of the pan and pulled it out. 

Steve would be home soon. She needed to be ready. 

~*~

He pulled into the driveway just like every night. She watched as he cut the lights and waved to Bucky as he stepped out of his own car just next door. The base housing was cookie cutter and mass produced. It was so similar it depressed her some days, but sometimes the symmetry of it, the way the men all pulled in at the same time and the lines the manicured lawns made up and down the streets surrounding the Lehigh Camp, made her feel safe. 

Feeling safe was a novelty. After years on the front in Europe, she still felt every day like there was someone around the corner, sneaking up on her. She couldn’t get over the feeling of being watched, being hunted. 

The base psychiatrist said it was normal, that all the men, and some of their wives, felt it. Dr. Werner had offered her a little vial of pills with a smile that sat, untouched, in her bedside drawer. 

She looked at Steve, and she felt safe, even if the rest of the time she felt like she was in terrible danger. 

~*~

Peggy sighed, looking over the rollers before picking one up. She nearly jumped when she saw Steve’s face in the mirror. “I forget how quiet you can be,” she smiled at him in the mirror when his smile dropped when he saw her startle. 

“Didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” he replied, leaning against the doorway. 

She swiftly pulled a section of hair away from her face and rolled it around the soft material of her rag rollers before pinning it to her head. “On an observation mission?” she asked, eyeing him in the mirror. From her vantage point in the reflection, all she could see were his broad arms popping from his military issued undershirt. She knew he still had his slacks on, knew he liked to pull the stuffy collared shirt off as soon as dinner was over. It was a look she loved. 

Steve ran a hand through his hair and ducked his head, suddenly shy. “Am I that obvious?”

Peggy picked up another curler and repeated the process, smiling. “You are staring at me.”

He licked his lips, huffing out a light chuckle. “Can’t get anything past you.” He moved away from the frame, coming oh so close to touching her but not. Her hands stilled as he took the roller from her fingers. “Don’t,” he said softly, putting it back in its spot in the bag on the counter. His hands moved back up as he met her gaze in the mirror, softly undoing the two curls she’d already done. “Not tonight.” 

Peggy didn’t say anything as his fingers undid her curls. There was a sharp retort on her tongue about the women’s club tomorrow and being presentable in public that never formed, the words slipping away as she tried to keep her breathing even. 

“I missed you today,” he started as he set the last curler down, his attention turning back to smoothing the two ringlet’s he’d left into the waves of her hair. 

She let her eyes slip shut, lips curving of their own accord into a smile as he combed his fingers through her hair. “Did you now?”

He hummed, sweeping her locks to the side and pressing his lips to her neck. “I miss you every day.”

She let her hand weave up, wrapping around his head, holding him to her as his hands slipped around her waist. She leaned back into him, a retort forming on her lips that pulled her from the softness of the moment. The words she wanted to say, they felt rough and it snapped her eyes open. She looked at him in the mirror, watching as he intently ran his lips up the side of her neck, focused only on her. 

She needed the comfort of his arms more than she needed to say the words, and something about that scared her. 

She didn’t say them out loud, couldn’t find a way to let them form, but she mouthed them to herself in the mirror, anyway, desperate for them to escape her being. 

I should be there, though.

[cassiopeialake]

its SO funny to me that the four PCs + Hermy are now legally married (in spaaaace!) now if only we could retroactively do that for the dads+wives in s1 that’d be great. i just think an octhrouple could solve all their problems.

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

as my first act of 2023 im gonna expose myself: yes i did snap and wrote a vocaloid fic a while back, here it is

[buckleydiazmp4]

it's tag venting time