#just about

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Idea:

Docile Werewolves that live in a sci-fi setting on a terraformed moon.

However, they don't actually know they are werewolves due to their stress-free environment, and are basically born in their Werebeast form. Many who visit this moon who know call them "Moon Huskies" because of how friendly, fluffy, and dramatic they are and can be.

And then one day a human visits... and gets turned by accident. It was bound to happen one day, but no one expected it to be that day. It was inevitable.

(Turns out getting licked on a bleeding cut is just as effective as getting bit when it comes to becoming big ouppy)

Field Notes

Study: Canis lunare in their natural habitat Author: M. Wagid Date/time: Tue Mar 19 17:36 2811 UTC Location: Vallis Rheita, 41.5°S 50.9°E Subjects present: 11 (4 juveniles)

As predicted in previous entries all data collection will fall to me for the foreseeable future. Dr. Cyran has not been able to regain her human form since her sudden transformation three days ago. Visually she is now indistinguishable from the other lunar wolves. Communication with her is proving challenging. (She is extremely impatient and growls at me.)

The subject who seems to be responsible for her transformation by his attempt to help her after the minor injury sustained on [exact date??] has not left her side. He is frequently showing behaviours associated with shame and apology (nonverbal communication #7 and #8, alternating with #11). Dr. Cyran seems unable to communicate with the other wolves the way they do amongst themselves, but still understands me perfectly.

My current hypothesis is that we are not dealing with an indigenous lunar species as previously thought, but a lost lunar colony populated with humans, who afterwards developed a distinct type of lycanthropy. This must have been the work of many generations. Subjects seem as shocked by this incident as we are.

I suggested a medical return to Earth to Dr. Cyran, but she snapped at me. Will continue to work on language barrier.

#laura drabbles #werewolf #werewolves #science fantasy #just about #hope this sparks joy anon ^^ #I don't know anything about terraforming anything so no moon descriptions from me :P

[dumbbanana]

i am physically incapable of both

#hollow knight #hey hollow knight community i am alive #just about #hk sheo #paintmaster sheo

[jessieren]

This photo can never be on my feed often enough

Happy Sunday all

#shaun evans #endeavour morse #itv endeavour #the matching outfits #the shared scarf #the happy faces #the cuteness #they’re adorable #anton lesser #endeavour behind the scenes #Evans fashion sense kills me #but he’s so so pretty #i forgive him #just about

[the-toasted-teacake]

I didn't manage the 4.30 wake-up, but I'm just about conscious now.

#just about

[formulatrash]

I've taken up reading historic newspapers as a hobby and I thought you'd enjoy this story from the Coventry Evening Telegraph. "Heavy Traffic - There was heavy traffic on all roads leading to Silverstone from an early hour this morning, but the filter colour system introduced at the last meeting was again successful and there were few long delays. In order to regulate the traffic, police had installed in the control tower of the former RAF aerodrome seven radio stations linked with key points over a 25-mile radius." This is from the 20th of August, 1949! As I write to you today, there are roadworks on the road between Brackley and Silverstone, which just makes me feel that news is 100% cyclical and there will ALWAYS be traffic around Silverstone. <3

I actually have a theory about this which gets into the sort of nerdy shit I'd make a video about if I was a man with a decent camera and an office. but so Silverstone is in several English counties:

looking at Silverstone on a map, it's clearly in what you'd call a black hole for ley lines. for anyone who didn't grow up in the UK in the era before the internet gave us something to do with our time, ley lines are alleged mystical power lines that criss-cross the UK and do sort of coincide with some motorways probably because that's kinda how the landscape is.

anyway, the idea is you can draw lines between significant monuments or like, random hills people have decided might have some connection to woo and then that will represent ancient energies. for no doubt very serious reasons the epicentre of all these is a tiny village called Parsley Hay halfway between Sheffield and Stoke on Trent, which I am sure does fairly well out of the related tourist industry.

more significant, in terms of British road mapping, is the existence of Little Chef roadside uhhhh cafés? diners? idk what you classify them as. like the druids of old they are now gone but their energies remain.

Silverstone sits in an uneven triangulation of former Little Chef spots:

not only does Towcester's especially hallowed, double Little Chef site unbalance things nearly irrepairably, three of these Little Chef are in Northamptonshire (the double and Old Stratford to the east) while only Buckingham is in Buckinghamshire.

these are the sort of forces that should not be messed with. it is clear why there are always traffic jams around Silverstone and it's not just because everyone invented Milton Keynes (not pictured, off to the east) then forgot to connect it to anywhere else properly it's because the roadside balance has been greatly disturbed.

now that Little Chef is no more this cannot be corrected. no amount of M&S Simply Food can ever neutralise the vibes and so it is that Silverstone is doomed to eternal traffic by the arrogance of mankind's hubristic building.

#f1 asks #just about

[brighteststar707]

One day I will maybe write a coherent fic about this but I keep thinking about rika and seven’s relationship. It’s common knowledge that Seven is incredibly intelligent and can see though almost everyone’s bullshit, but the way I see it, she’s his weak spot.

Rika and V are his parental figures, and I think that in his mind they knew more than him, even when he had reasons to question them. She asked a teenager (?) to put a bomb into the apartment as a security measure and he did it. He rationally knew that putting a bomb into an apartment building full of people wasn’t reasonable, but he did it anyway.

I wonder what it feels like for him to look back at everything he did for them as an adult without the lens of them being his protectors.

#pretty sure he was technically a teenager when the bomb was installed? #just about #i think this is an extension of the breakdown he has when he realizes V has been lying to him #because these two were supposed to act in his and saeran's best interests #faye talks #mystic messenger #mystic messenger saeyoung #saeyoung choi #just rambling

[raceweek]

alex out and about in monaco today :)

#he can pop to the shops everyone!!🥳😁 #alex albon #alex red hair saga #just about

[clickityweasel]

it’s nerve! he’s having a TERRIBLE time offworld. he’s definitely absolutely not enjoying this a little too much.

#Dungeons and Dragons #just about #nerve #neutral raiders tag #dnd #dnd 5e character #artificer #dnd artificer #sort of #edit: I FORGOT HIS GOGGLES!!! SCREAM #praiders

[diantheia]

So, it's like an hours away to new years (here at least). So I want to give a big thanks to DOORS for being the thing that broke me out of an 8 year long writers block. No one saw that coming, least of all me.

Anyway, to celebrate the end of the year, I've collected some receipts from my fics.

This one is from Drop kick Screech, there is 169 comments on that fic, so I had to choose a bunch from across the fic, so that if you've not read that one I can really confuse you one the plot with the next image:

Anyway, hope you all enjoy the new year, and hopefully floor 2 will come out... soon.

Final message: Figure is the hottest entity.

#roblox doors #my fics #Tumblr will probably nuke the image quality but oh well #Hopefully it'll be readable #Just about

[scenetocause]

i have an important thing to say. and it's that neither logan nor oscar are daddy. they are simply bad. at sex.

It’s not. They’re not doing - well they are doing something, it’s not nothing but they’re not - it’s not anything and it especially doesn’t need to be-

“Oh-“

says Lando and his mouth is so. Oscar doesn’t want to say he looks like a sex doll but how is anyone capable of making such a perfectly shocked ‘o’ without any apparent guile. Lando’s not. They don’t know each other well enough for him not to be genuinely surprised.

“Hi,” drawls Logan and Oscar feels a weird sort of smug that makes him tighten his hand on Logan’s dick, take him apart a bit more.

“Yeah,” he offers. To see if Lando takes it. Come on, man, like he hasn’t heard the rumours - like his team mate isn’t. Fuck, maybe he thought him and Oscar and that’s so funny it makes him inappropriately laugh, a snicker into Logan’s shoulder not the sort of cackle he imagines Lando would make. 

“Right. Cool - see you later?” 

Lando closes the door, which is for the best but Oscar can’t stop laughing now and Logan isn’t jerking him off the way he wants because he’s mortified but it’s. So fucking funny.

#emptyhalf fic #just about #whatever logan oscar is called #which probably shouldn't be piss sargeant before anyone gets ideas but

[charlottedabookworm]

qȳbranna - mother's younger brother's child, cousin by maternal uncle younger than mother.

velmanna - father's older sister's child, cousin by paternal aunt older than father.

i’m using these to describe the relationship between Viserys’ and Rhaenys’ children because, despite the sheer number of words for cousin valyrian has, it doesn’t have a word for the child of your parent’s beloved cousin so fuck it, viserys and dameon are basically rhaenys’ annoying younger brothers anyway

have some demi!rhaenyra and still very gay!laenor having a conversation before they get married (this also fits in the and i didn’t like the ending verse). all dialogue is in valyrian here cos i mean what’s the point of them both knowing the language and not using it to speak of things best not overheard

“You must know, qȳbranna, that this match is... difficult.”

Rhaenyra raises an eyebrow, swirling her wine gently as she leans back in her chair. “I am no fool, velmanna.”

“I know,” her cousin says and the serious cast to his face is so unlike the laughing boy she remembers him being. “You never have been.”

“You flatter me.” The Fourteen know that they had been fools together, as children, stumbling around the Red Keep after her favoured cousin causing mischief wherever they went. 

Laenor smirks.

Perhaps, if this was a better match, the sight would warm her. Instead... “You are not an unattractive man, Laenor,” she admits it easily and knows it is true. The maids in the Keep and the Ladies of the Court titter about her cousin, flushing to the shades of the darkest rubies when the man smiles at them. She thinks she can even understand it; Laenor is a Valyrian beauty and in the colours of Driftmark with gems sparkling within his curls, he certainly casts quite a figure. And yet: “You are simply not to my tastes.”

“Oh?” He leans forward within his own chair, eyes sparkling by the candlelight. In this, Laenor could be a boy of six again, come to sneak her out of her lessons so they can watch the knights train. “Am I not pretty enough for you, princess?"

Rhaenyra laughs. She cannot help herself. “I am afraid not, my lord,” she says, full of mirth as she grins at her cousin. 

He moves his eyebrows in a ribald gesture as his own smile widens.

“In truth,” she tells him even as her foot strikes his shin in retaliation. “I do not find myself attracted to many at all. When I am... it is something that builds, slowly, as I know a person.” Even knowing her cousin as she does, even knowing that he is attractive, there is no warmth of attraction that sparks within her breast. 

And she does not think that spark will ever form.

Laenor’s smile softens, understanding lining his face, and her cousin is as beautiful as she is.

It moves nothing within her.

“What a pair we make,” he murmurs. 

The sword-swallower Heir to Driftmark and the stone-hearted Heir to the Iron Throne, betrothed to marry before the moon turns. “What a pair it is that we make,” she agrees, knowing that of all the mistakes her father has made in his rule, this may be one of the biggest. No doubt they will be lucky to have a single heir. Yet, the choice has already been made for them. She meets her cousin’s eyes and holds them. “I will do my duty.”

Neither of them wants this but-

“As I will do mine,” Laenor says, solemn as he dips his head.

An heir to the throne and an heir for his house. They will do their duty and dislike each moment of it.

This is the burden of duty, she knows.

The crown weighs heavy.

“Do you plan on introducing me to your knight before or after the wedding, Laenor?”

Her cousin squarks, red chasing along his cheeks, and she laughs.

Rhaenyra laughs and hopes, however heavy their burden weighs, that she and her cousin can remain as friends. 

#my fic #hotd #snippet #rhaenyra targaryen #laenor velaryon #demi!rhaenyra #not sure on the voices but whatever #and i didn't like the ending verse #just about #cos i tend ot imagine that this conversation happens between them in any hotd au i write #look rhaenyra is incredibly demi to me okay #everyone she has canonically slept with are people she knows WELL #she's probably also bi but everyone is already thinking that lol #i also love laenor and rhaenyra so much

[spxnglr]

Eyeing the state of my drafts like

#𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝙽 - 𝙿𝙾𝙿𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃. (OOC) #hahahahahaha #yeah can't lie folks a chunk of 'em may have to go #if for no other reason than to preserve what little sanity I have left #yes shock horror I still have some #just about #and I'd like to keep it that way #let's see aye?

[showfallmediacameracrew]

Had to just hang out in the shade of the trees because the fucking sun is so goddamn hot. But I’m at the town now regardless. 

Shit, I’m going to look like a tourist just wandering looking at crap. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. I doubt anyone's going to notice anything anyway. 

I spy a fucking pond, lemme get over there and see if I can make this phone do videos to show how stupid bright it is everywhere. Can’t believe Devon didn’t have any apps at all added to this thing...

#showfall media ask blog #showfall ask blog #showfall camera operator #showfall media #encoreverse blog #showfall jasprix #gimme a few minutes to get there #its far from me #but i can see it #just about

[reyeslonestar]

so I told my parents my name today :)

#I leave in two days for three months #so I really wanted to tell them before I went #and the anxiety was so appalling it was actually easier to just say it #just about #anyway. explaining the gender fuckery would probably be too much for them #but to be Alex with them will be enough :) #personal stuff

[sacha-da-1]

Animals have the right idea, growling is great! Why don’t we growl when irritated? Seems like it’d do wonders as an emotional release!

#i just say anything on this site don’t i? #just about #i guess some people have there own ways of doing this but you know

[jtem]

#iphone #nyc #off broadway #back to the future #marty mcfly #manhattan #times square #photography #just about