#Nova tag

[onewingedsparrow]

Frito-Lay wishes they had me on their advertising team 👉😎👉

Also I guess I'm starting a new collection of these posts now, here's where it all began, as well as the most recent installment

This image is dedicated to @novafire-is-thinking, who never asked for this. You're welcome in advance 😂

#only optimi have the 'for the bold' vibe but there are so many excellent doritos slogans hehehe i have so much material to work with :) #sparrow nerds about transformers #maccadam #memes #sparrow edits #most superior soundwave #🔥dorito transformers🔥 #soundwave #tfp soundwave #nova tag #hehehehehe 💜

[hyunjungjae]

AMORES, pra não haver mais contas apagadas sem querer, vou ensinar pra pessoas novas ou quem já tá aqui há um tempo mas não sabe, como que apaga um blog secundário nesse app confuso

(eu querendo dizer algo como se soubesse tb como funciona, ENFIM)

Quem tem mais de um blog sabe, mas aí vocês clicam aqui

ai vai aparecer todos os blogs que vocês tem (criei esse jaesccosmic só pra mostrar como exemplo)

e aí vocês vão arrastar o blog pra essa direção da seta

e eh pra aparecer esse ‘delete’ ou ‘deletar’, ai vcs apertam em deletar

logo o tumblr vai pedir a sua senha pra ter certeza de que você quer deletar

quando colocar sua senha, puff o blog terá desaparecido

NÃO é pra ir na engrenagenzinha no canto superior direito, e apertar em ‘deletar conta’ pensando que é só aquela que ta sendo deletada, porque não é!!

se você se deparar com essa imagem ao querer apagar apenas um blog secundário, não aperte em deletar, se não vai deletar TODOS os seus blogs

e a aula de hoje eh essa queridos, espero que tenham aprendido❤️ qualquer dúvida me mandem uma ask ou me chamem na dm!!

detalhe: percebam que quando eu apertei pra deletar apenas o jaesccosmic, ele falou na mensagem ‘tem certeza de que quer deletar o jaesccosmic?’

ja na outra ali de deletar conta, ele não citou um blog específico, ele só perguntou se eu queria deletar > tudo <.

#cotidiano da marie #aulas sobre o tumblr #nova tag #KKKKKKKK mentira #nem eu sei mexer nessa coisa direito

[every-eye-evermore]

Woke up at 6:30 am to sew my dog a Christmas themed handkerchief. I’m becoming an unrecognizable type of person, but doesn’t she look so darling?

id: a black Australian Shepard smiling at the camera, wearing a red bandana with fuzzy edges and a white ball sewn on the end, in front of a Christmas tree

#her name is nova #that’s my girl!!! #mine #I like that you can just barely see an ornament with my 20 year old sister’s baby face #looming #thank god mine’s out of frame #nova tag

[partiallypearl]

But I guess that we did it on purpose

happy birthday @medusanova!! i hope your day went lovely. 

#nova tag #rivusa #rivusaedit #riven winx #musa winx #gifs #gif #*mine

[punksarahreese]

“You don’t get to call me that.” for estrangement omggg

Heat of the Moment

Estrangement | Exes!AU

Ship: Reesker

CW: accusations of abuse

WC: 1076

They had been yelling for a while, to the point where Sarah expected someone from PD to come banging on the door about a noise complaint. Ava had backed herself into the wall beside her fishtank, mirroring Sarah’s closed off body language that urged her to stay back. Startled eyes tracked her every movement, noting every shift and step the other woman took.

She wasn’t sure how this argument started, just like everyone before it. Sarah had let herself in with a huff, tossing her keys onto the coffee table and not bothering to pick them up when they slipped onto the pristine grey carpet. That’s where her eyes stayed frozen as she looked for words, searching for a way to convey what she wanted.

“You keep me isolated,” Ava’s whisper was barely audible, “When was the last time I went out with friends? The last time I met up with you and your friends? I don’t have anyone but you in Chicago, Sarah, and part of me wonders if you wanted to keep it that way!”

“Don’t you dare say that,” Sarah spat, “Your inability to make friends is not my fault at all.”

“Right, so the way no one ever thinks to acknowledge me when they invite you out right in front of me, that’s all coincidence?’

Sarah scoffed, “Well I think your totally approachable personality could be to blame, Ava.”

“I have a personality disorder, Sarah!” Ava’s tone matched hers as she uncrossed her arms, visibly shaking. She was looking at her girlfriend in disbelief, wondering where on earth the understanding, loving woman she knew went in all of this.

“That doesn’t excuse anything.”

“I never said it did. It’s an explanation, Sarah, not an excuse. You know how hard I have worked to be better socially, you know I’m trying. You of all people would know…”

Sarah ignored the way she blinked rapidly, if she did she might lose her courage. If she acknowledged the hurt in her girlfriend’s watery eyes, she might drop the subject and then the cycle would begin anew. Love and care turning to small conflicts and then even bigger meltdowns. It wouldn’t change, it wouldn’t stop; not unless Sarah fought back.

“They’ve noticed.”

“What?”

Sarah never once met her gaze, “At the hospital, they talk. They talk about how you act and how unfeeling you are. They wonder if you care about anyone but yourself. Your fights with Connor, your involvement with his dad. People have been talking for months.”

“I never did anything with Cornelius-”

“I’m not finished,” she said firmly, “They’ve talked to me, Ava. They ask if everything is okay at home. We say we’re dating but they never see us outside of work, not together. Some of the nurses ask if I’m okay, if there’s something wrong in our relationship.”

“I didn’t think anything was wrong… We just don’t do PDA, we aren’t those people. Sarah you know I never did anything with Connor’s dad and my relationship with Connor was a mutual issue. I’m not unfeeling, you know better than anyone that I feel too much. It’s why I have to depersonalize at work, otherwise I will break down.”

“Ava, I have been researching,” Sarah sighed, “Cluster B disorders… I think you were misdiagnosed.”

“Sarah Reese, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t you dare say it.”

Unruly curls bounced as she shook her head rapidly, mind racing too much to listen for the hurt in Ava’s voice. She had poured over countless journals and information for months, asking every psychiatrist she knew for information. Her notebook was littered with notes, messy beyond legibility for anyone else, all citing experiences she had recalled. Sarah had even reached out to her mom, something she never did anymore, asking for stories about her dad. She recited every observed behaviour and memory she had about the two of them, Ava and her dad, long enough that a connection bloomed in her mind.

“Your behaviour is concerning,” she started, “I can’t ignore it anymore, Ava. I wonder if you feel anything, really, because it doesn’t seem like it sometimes. I don’t want to believe you’re lying to me but that's all I can think now. Is all of it made up, do you really love me?”

“Sarah, I care about you so-”

Can you really love me? I think I have a habit of finding people who remind me of the man I grew up without… I begin to wonder if the pattern has any substance. The way you act, some of the things you’ve said, it doesn’t add up. I don’t think you’re borderline, Ava, I think you have ASPD.”

“Sarah,” tears had started tracking down Ava’s cheeks as the pain bubbled in her chest, “Don’t say that. You can’t diagnose me. I have trauma, I have all the markers of BPD and OCD. I was diagnosed after the last incident in my twenties, you know that; you read my notes. What are you even saying?”

“I’m saying people are asking if you abuse me emotionally,” Sarah’s voice was unlike she had ever heard before, cold and ripping at her heart like daggers, “My mind keeps comparing you to my dad and it all makes sense now. I’m saying I am starting to believe what they said may be true. I think maybe I flock to abusers with pretty words and lies-”

“No!” Ava’s scream rang through her apartment, punctuated by a thud as she backed into the wall again. Tears were freefalling down her face and leaving clumps of mascara behind, highlighting the agony she felt as she was staring at the woman she loved. Her hands shook violently as she tried to channel everything she felt into a feasible emotion, feeling like everything would bubble up until it exploded.

“You- you don’t get to call me that! After everything… How fucking dare you, Sarah? A-after I tried so hard, for years, to not become like the people who hurt me. You can call me a lot of things but psychopath? Abuser? I would never hurt you, and certainly not like this.”

“Ava, the research shows-”

“Out!” she screeched and scrambled to grab Sarah’s keys off the carpet, tossing them towards the door to make distance between them. She backed up again, arms crossed tightly around her body, “Get out, Sarah.”

#I don’t think this is what you were expecting lmao #im projecting haaard <3 #chicago med #ava bekker #sarah reese #reesker #my aus #estrangement #Exes!au #asks #nova tag

[medievalwife]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE GIRLSAINT 🫀

@expromqueen

#sorry for inadvertently calling you a faggot btw 🥳 #nova tag #my moodboards #my post 🔮

[princenothinq]

:-) friend nova

#nova tag #oc tag #dauntless oc #maracca's art

[janfraiser]

"I'm excited to see you changing a lot of dirty diapers in the near future." is SO rhekker oh my god. any au I just need to see one of them say it to the other

Look IDK if I'm fully embracing the rhekker brainrot rn but this prompt is scratching my brain today, so... set in this AU which will hopefully be updated at some point,,,, I'm sorry AO3 readers

Ava is leaning against the kitchen counters, admiring the view from the wide, crystal-clear windows, when she feels a gentle touch on her shoulder and turns at the sound of ice clinking in a glass. Connor offers her the lemonade with a smile, mimicking her posture as he leans against the counter himself.

"I'm glad you're moving in," her boyfriend says. "I'm excited to get everything actually set up-- now that the nursery is painted, we can start putting furniture together and stuff." He smirks. "I'm even excited about the number of apparently useless pillows you've added to my bed."

Ava pouts briefly before sipping at her lemonade. "Half of them are just because of all this," she points out, gesturing to her cumbersome bump. "If it weren't for the body pillow, I don't know how I'd get comfortable to sleep."

"Fair point," Connor concedes, but the glimmer in his eyes tells her he has another retort coming. "I definitely don't want to risk being around you on too little sleep."

"You do realize we're only a few months away from having a newborn, right?" she jabs. "Neither of us will be getting much sleep then."

"That's true, but it's for a good cause." Connor hops up a little to sit on the counter. "Okay, but seriously, Avey-- what are you most excited for?"

She puts her lemonade down and moves to stand between his knees, running her hands down his forearms. "I'm excited to see you changing a lot of dirty diapers in the near future."

When Connor laughs, his whole face changes, joy written into every crease and the way his eyes scrunch shut. Ava feels a spark of warmth in her chest, a contentment beyond the simple fun of teasing and relaxing together.

"I'm excited that I'm excited," she adds, more quietly, and Connor's hands tug her closer, so she's leaning fully on him even though her feet are on the floor. "I was so stressed and-- and a little scared about how the hell I was going to handle all this at the beginning. I know you were always ready to support me, but I wasn't, not at first. I was so scared that I was going to hate this the whole time, and then I would be a terrible mum, but... I'm happy, Connor. And I'm so relieved."

He cups her face in his hands, the gentle smile back on his face. "You're going to be a great mom, Ava."

She tilts her head up as he leans down to give her a kiss. "I really hope so."

#chicago med #chicago med fic #rhekker #connor rhodes #ava bekker #prompt fill #nova tag

[oasisofgalaxies]

Doodled my darling for the first time in ages

#novaaaaaa #nova tag #nebula attempts art #I need a better art tag #nebula rambles

[aromanticbuck]

14 + 16 for the one chicago asks!!!

14. hank voight or alvin olinsky?

as much as hank has grown on me more recently, i am an olinsky girlie first and a human being second.

16. favorite female character on pd?

kim 🥰

[ one chicago asks ]

#answered #alex says things #crockettmarcel #nova tag

[baezdylan]

Joooo you changed your name again, its so pretty (also we’re matching - greek god themed)

How are you doing?

Much love 🫶🏻🫶🏻

NOVAAAAAAAAAAAA 🤩 HIIIIIIIII 🌻☀️

I'M DOING GREAT!!! (it's sunny. i am living up to this url) I AM SOOOOO HAPPY TO HEAR FROM YOU!!! and soooo glad we're matching djdkfkrl love you, friend 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

#💌restless wind inside a letter box💌 #nova tag #i love how this site supports my spontaneous nature. i can change my name 5 times a day. it's perfect.

[onewingedsparrow]

Six Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @novafire-is-thinking! Thank you! <3 I know this was a tag from a while ago, but here it is, finally, lol Rise of the Beasts has inspired me greatly, so I wanted to write something for it ✨ ~ Optimus stared intently at the projection Arcee’s visor was generating. Such a curious hologram it was—some sort of oblong, hunched-over being, with narrow but chunky appendages, and transparent protrusions on its back, boasting a fuzzy frame splashed with bold markings of black and yellow. “B,” said Optimus Prime, “what is this creature that you are showing me?” As the knobby horns of his helmet perked, the young bot straightened his back; his optics seemed to shine brighter as a soft, shy voice answered from his radio, “Bumblebee.” So this is what you spoke of, Optimus realized, as even this small piece of new knowledge transformed his entire perspective towards the name he had never before understood. He then touched a hand to his friend’s shoulder, fully aware of how his voice became huskier as he replied, “Your human friend chose aptly...’Bee.” ~ Tagging (only if you want!) @louwhose @maqiisan @afaroffsong @flutefemme @zelzenik and anybody else who wants to join ;) Also tagging @novafire-is-thinking in case you wanted to do this again! :D

#maccadam #optimus prime #bumblebee #charlie watson #rise of the beasts #nova tag #six sentence ficlet #fanfic #transformers fanfic #sparrow nerds about transformers #rotb optimus my beloved #don't mind me i'm just crying over the fact that optimus calls him 'bee' in the movie #like to him bumblebee has always been b-127 so he is having a hard time adjusting to the name change #but he tries! so he comes up with the compromise 'bee' and bumblebee loves it and rolls with it #that's my headcanon anyway #and i tried to convey that perspective change here :) i hope it comes across by the two different spellings <3 #i'm so sad we never got to hear him use this recording of charlie's voice in rotb #i know we heard it already at the end of the bumblebee movie. that was beautiful. but it wouldn't have lessed the impact to hear it again <3

[soliloquy-system]

is it a big host thing to be going about your day for a while, while forgetting you're a system? and then like you see texts or pictures and you're like 'wait what is- oh right DID other people use this body'

#dissociative identity disorder #did system #osdd #osdd system #osddid #nova tag #i just realized i don't think i've ever posted on our account myself lol #anyway we've had a lot of people at front lately who REALLY don't like being in this body #so i feel privileged to be able to not only forget that it's not mine alone #but also to see myself when i look in the mirror mostly

[purple-dahlias]

could we get a tsf for the ballet au please? 🥺🥺

“I was wondering where you’d got to,” Sarah hears a familiar voice, and turning around, she finds Ava in the midst perching herself on the back rest of the bench Sarah was sitting on.

“Well, you found me,” Sarah smiles, closing her sketchbook, pencil tucked between the pages, as she turns to face Ava, bringing a leg up to rest on the bench and tucking her knee under her chin. She decides not to read into the fact that Ava had been looking for her.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Ava gestures to the sketchbook balancing precariously across Sarah’s left leg. “What were you drawing anyway?” Ava asks, taking a bite out of the apple in her hand.

“Nothing special, really. Just the scenery, the people over by the duck pond,” Sarah gestures across the park, where couples stroll, mothers push prams, young children chase after each other, sunlight glistening over the pond. In of itself, without being translated into paper, it’s already a work of art: the lush green of the trees form the perfect frame.

“May I see?”

“O-oh, if- if you’d like,” Sarah opens up the book, handing it over. She’s still not used to people taking an interest in her, least of all Ava. She watches as Ava studies the sketch, eyes tracking back and forth across the page.

“You really are a woman of many talents, Sarah Reese,” Ava looks up with a smile. “I never knew you were such an artist.”

Sarah’s about to respond, to protest, that ‘it’s nothing, really,’ when Ava flips back to the previous page. She watches Ava’s eyebrows raise, her fingers still as she holds the book.

“This is… this is me,” Ava says, after a beat, still not looking up.

The sketch is one of Ava in the studio, hair pulled back into a sleek bun.

Sarah had all but forgotten that was in there, and she mentally kicks herself for not being more careful.

All she can do is nod, unsure of where to go from there.

“When did you do this?” Ava asks, finally.

“Tuesday, when you wanted to stay on later, and I took a break. I hope, I hope you don’t mind? You just looked so elegant and graceful, I just, I don’t know, felt I had to capture it.”

“Mind? Oh Reese, you’re adorable, of course I don’t. I’m rather flattered actually,” Ava laughs, standing up from the bench. “In fact, I’d like a copy.”

“There’s no need to make fun,” Sarah looks mortified.

“I’m not. And would I lie to you?” Ava asks, feigning offence and linking arms with Sarah.

“Only if it were about deadlines for an audition or something,” Sarah laughs as the two head back towards the studio.

#this is so bad but at least im writing again right? #ask #tsf #(well. a little more) #ballet!au #sarah reese #ava bekker #chicago med #nova tag

[fighterkimburgess]

just saw the news and you were literally the first person i thought of. this is so exciting !!!!!!!

I AM SO EXCITED.

Also exhausted. But excited. Holy crap it’s REAL

#cíara answers #nova tag #chicago pd spoilers

[punksarahreese]

“I’m sick of hearing that I’ll be fine” for chronic or recurrence pls? 💖

Fine line | Chronic

Spoonie!Sarah

***

Ava heard the laptop slam shut on itself from the bedroom, knowing that wasn’t a very good sign. She quickly ran the brush through her hair once more before leaving her perch on the bedside, following the frustrated muttering from down the hall.

Her girlfriend was pacing in the kitchen, the offending computer abandoned on the table. Her face portrayed more sadness than anger, despite the words she was spitting into the empty air at no one in particular.

“Hey,” Ava spoke before she approached, “Was the appointment-”

“Never turn to telemedicine, Ava,” Sarah interrupted her sharply, “Useless excuse for a cardiologist hides behind his computer. Didn’t even have the courtesy to turn his camera on before he told me my labs were normal.”

“Video appointments never do anyone justice,” Ava agreed slowly, “Did he say anything else?”

“Sinus tachycardia aggravated by the medication change,” she stopped her pacing to look at her girlfriend for the first time, “Stay on 5 mg and see him again in two months.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep,” the popped ‘p’ was incredulous, “Never mind the fact that I was in the ED with a heart rate of 150 after an eight hour shift with no improvement.”

The blonde had drifted over to Sarah, cautiously reaching out for her arm. She had seen the unsteady swaying that had taken over her girlfriend’s motions, whether or not she noticed in the midst of her emotions. The last thing they needed was for Sarah to pass out, lest she give herself another concussion on the way down.

“I know you’re upset, love, but can we sit down?” She tried to be gentle yet avoided coddling, knowing that’s not what she needed in that moment. Sarah met her concerned gaze and hesitated, yet she let her girlfriend guide her over to the chair she had left pushed out from the table.

“I’m sorry you aren’t getting the help you need, Sarah,” she pushed a rouge curl back behind her ear, “It’s not your fault.”

“I’m sick of hearing that I’ll be fine.”

“I know.”

The anger had dissipated but only to be replaced by frustrated tears, making tracks down Sarah’s flushed cheeks. The redness was from her exerting herself in her pacing, her body’s autonomic system unable to keep up, but the frustration only worsened it. Ava saw it in the way her hands shook and her chest heaved a little as she couldn’t stop the sob that escaped her.

“Oh,” Ava dragged her chair closer and grabbed for Sarah’s hand to help cease the tremor, “Sarah, I know you’re not fine. I know you’re hurting and I promise I believe you. We can find another doctor, I’ll contact as many cardiologists as I know and then some.”

“I’m just… I hate feeling so,” she shook her head, “Why is it so hard to get them to listen to me?”

“I don’t know, darling. It’s not fair.”

“I’m educated, I know what I’m talking about and I know my body,” Sarah swiped at a tear before it could traverse her jaw, “I’m not just a patient.”

“And you’re 100% correct,” Ava agreed, “Your ideas were good. We’ll find someone who will listen and help you make a proper treatment plan, okay?”

“I’m so sick of monitors and pushing myself so far for no improvement. An implanted monitor would be so much easier for everyone involved…”

“It would,” in her professional opinion Ava knew Sarah was in the right; an internal loop recorder was advisable in a dysautonomia patient like her girlfriend. She fainted at least two times a week and had over five monitoring periods over one year alone; an implanted device would be so much more efficient.

Sarah’s shoulders dropped in defeat, “He won’t even agree to infusion therapy. He said a port is worst case scenario and ‘we aren’t there yet’.“

“I’m sorry, my love,” Ava opened her arms but waited for her to make the decision. Sarah caved and leaned into her lover, an awkward position given the limited mobility of wooden chairs. Still, she relaxed into familiar arms because it was the only thing she could think of doing in that moment. She was tired, exhausted, and Ava was the only constant she could trust in that moment.

“You’re doing so well,” Ava promised as she used one hand to gently unclench Sarah’s tense fists, “I promise we’ll get the help you deserve.”

“I’m sorry, my love,” Ava opened her arms but waited for her to make the decision. Sarah caved and leaned into her lover, an awkward position given the limited mobility of wooden chairs. Still, she relaxed into familiar arms because it was the only thing she could think of doing in that moment. She was tired, exhausted, and Ava was the only constant she could trust in that moment.

“You’re doing so well,” Ava promised as she used one hand to gently unclench Sarah’s tense fists, “I promise we’ll get the help you deserve.”

#uhoh CJ is projecting again #my aus #chronic #spoonie!sarah #chicago med #sarah reese #ava bekker #reesker #asks #mutuals #Nova tag