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starboundsingularities · 2 months

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the jurist system seems really cool i hope they keep using it :-)

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hey girl. am i a suspect. because you can "court" me any time

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try.

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hey girl. am i a suspect. because you can "try" me any time

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hey girl. are you a lawyer. because you can "try" to "court" me any time

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hey girl. am i on trial.

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i'm determined to make this work btw

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hey girl. law

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hey girl. are you a murderer. because ow ough ouch agh stop stabbing me

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🌟 rockliker270 Follow

guys watch out hes gonna shelly de kill you

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🎀 copiicat Follow

they called me to the witness stand and the defense attorney just shouted "BOOOOOO WE HATE YOUR PUSSY"

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🧇 edible-evidence Follow

look if i was on trial and the guy prosecuting me started advertising his music i'd just plead guilty. avoid the embarrassment of getting put in prison by a guy who basically used the trial to say "this blew up btw here's my soundcloud"

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didnt miles edgeworth defend someone in a case once

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do you know the difference between a prosecutor and a defense attorney

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💟 longingforyou Follow

being rivals isn't enough i need to kiss you

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who the fuck is evil magistrate

💟 longingforyou Follow

STOP TAGGING THIS WITH LAWYERS?????

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🐈 nyattorney Follow

they hired a guy to stand in court and shout "GET A ROOM YOU TWO" whenever the lawyers start getting a little too homoerotic

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your honor i know all the evidence points to my client being guilty. but come on you have to admit he kinda ate right

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mia fey when they had phoenix wright on trial

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🔍 thuthseeker Follow

ok hot take but i feel like these lawyers should maybe not be allowed to drag literal children to court with them?? how many people have gotten genuinely actually fucking SHOT in court and they're just ok bringing fucking 8 year olds in?

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💼 courtofwaw Follow

happy almost christmas to all who celebrate

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it's march

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happy almost christmas :)

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WHO is putting this on my dash

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STOP POSTING THIS. IT IS JUNE.

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ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!

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evil gavinners be like. innocent hate. this is a nothing post

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🥚 eggvidenced Follow

STOP asking me about the dl-6 post idc idc look even phoenix wright forged evidence once shut up

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he didn't forge the evidence, though. it was kristoph gavin who ordered the forgery. this was covered in the trial of vera misham. if you're going to try to compare yourself to well known figures, you could at least check the veracity of your claims.

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yeah well. he might have. on a different case or something.

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i tried to take the bar exam but they didnt let me because i wasnt cunty and traumatized enough

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when will global studios realize that i do not WANT another shitty steel samurai spinoff i just want the original show back

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she present on my evidence til i reach a verdict

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WRONG BLOLG. DON'T REBLOG THIS. DELETE POST DELETE POST DELETE POST I SWEAR WE'RE PROFESSIONALS HERE

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"we need more great prosecutors" you guys couldn't even handle manfred von karma

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didn't he kill someone?

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irrelevant. you guys couldn't handle him.

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law: i'm so law

lawyer, who needs to one up everyone no matter what: i'm more law than you

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you've got to be fucking kidding me

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why is it always murders with lawblr. why don't we ever talk about divorce or something

#ace attorney #ace attorney spoilers #dashboard simulator #dash simulator #dashboard sim #dash sim #unreality #fake dashboard #fake dash #post simulator #long post #this is just going to be a series now /lh #well. if i make any more. who knows #timeframe is sometime after the end of aa4 but before the start of aa5 #the timeframe for these posts is of course always the exact point i'm at in my own playthrough /lh #some of these are based on real posts. but i'm hoping it is more inspiration rather than outright copying #if it is though i'm always willing to remove them #though i will not be removing the one that's based on my own post because that's mine /lh #i worry this may be an unnecessary sequel but who cares. who cares.

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buckymorelikefuckme · 1 year

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a shore thing

bucky barnes x fem reader

i decided to write it hehe

a/n: any and all mistakes are my own! feedback is encouraged & welcomed :) xoxo

Bucky calls your name for the umpteenth time, beyond exasperated as you stumble away, giggling uncontrollably as you evade capture. He's hardly tipsy anymore, having decided to nurse a single beer for the last couple hours when he noticed how heavy you were drinking. Somebody needed to be responsible, he told himself. Even Steve was letting loose more than usual. But, to be fair, they were all on vacation.

“Guys, the taxis are here,” Nat announces, yet again, leaning heavily against one of said vehicles. “Bucky, we gotta go.”

“I’m trying my best here,” he replies. Although, that's not entirely true. “Someone should've cut her off ages ago.”

“Boooooo,” you heckle as you run past him.

Bucky sighs heavily. “Fine. You can stay here by yourself.”

You pause abruptly, almost tripping over your own feet, but you catch yourself before you face-plant into the gravel. “You're leaving me?” you ask in a pitiful tone.

“Yup.” Bucky turns and takes a few steps away, hearing you whine in protest. “Have fun.”

“Noooo, wait!”

Your uneven steps come closer and closer to Bucky and as soon as he gauges you're within arm’s reach he spins around with a smirk. It makes you lurch to a stop, gasping as it dawns on you.

“Betrayal!” you shout, pointing an accusatory finger at him. You try to take off running again, but Bucky is quicker. You're swooped up into a fireman’s carry before you even register your feet leaving the ground. “Ack! Put me down, you absolute caveman!”

Sam sticks his head out of the taxi. “There's room in this one.”

Bucky steers his steps that way, feeling your tiny fists beating his back the whole way, and plops you into the open seat. You let out a cute oof that he ignores as he tries to latch the seatbelt. You're a squirmy little shit though, and he soon finds that the only way he’ll be able to get the group back to the hotel is to enter the taxi himself and pull you into his lap. He quickly shuts the door and finally latches the seatbelt around the both of you, telling the driver to go.

Sam shakes his head in amusement in the seat beside Bucky. “You're seriously the only one who can rally that firecracker of a woman.”

“Hey!” you object with a pout. “I'm drunkies, not deaf. I can still hear you.”

You and Sam begin bickering and Bucky rolls his eyes, but he doesn't do anything to interfere. He's too busy trying to think about literally anything else other than the ginormous mistake he made by placing you on his lap. You, the person he's been in love with for far too long now, who has absolutely no clue of his feelings and sends constant mixed signals.

There are days he's sure you feel the same with the way you look at him, but then the next day you go out of your way to make sure he knows the two of you are just friends. He's losing his fucking mind. He doesn't know if he should tell you how he feels or try to move on.

You're wiggling suddenly, body jostling atop Bucky’s and his mind is forced to return to the present, only to see you and Sam slap-fighting like children.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” he addresses the driver, “I swear they're actually adults when they're not three sheets to the wind.”

The driver waves off the apology with a chuckle. The fight ends with you pinching Sam’s nipple, his cry of pain and outrage making you giggle wildly and throw your head back onto Bucky’s shoulder. After you catch your breath you sit up and wiggle some more until you're sitting sideways and can look at Bucky. Your eyes are glassy and your smile is sly and a touch wonky, and Bucky still thinks you're the cutest, sexiest woman he's ever known.

“Why don't you like me for real?”

The taxi is uncomfortably quiet. Bucky blinks a few times, shifting his gaze to Sam, who’s suddenly very interested in the passing streetlights and palm trees outside the window. Traitor, Bucky thinks. With no help from his supposed friend, Bucky looks back to you.

He clears his throat. “I do like you.”

“No,” you huff, rolling your eyes, “I mean like, like me like me. Like, more.”

Bucky is silent again, his mind whirling with a million questions–the biggest one being what the fuck?

“I'm not sure what you mean,” he says carefully. He hopes playing dumb will work in deterring the conversation, but he should've known better.

“You always just joke about it, but you never mean it. Always get my hopes up.”

“What are you talking about?” he blurts, truly flabbergasted, but he cuts you off before you can reply. “No, don't answer that. You're drunk, okay? You don't know what you're saying.”

You poke his cheek roughly, pouting. “I just want you to like me back, Buck. Wanna kiss you whenever I want.”

Bucky swallows thickly, unable to take his eyes away from yours as you lean in closer.

“Don't you wanna kiss me?” you question, reaching up you play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. “Can I kiss you, Bucky?”

Your lips graze his, a feather-light touch, and he exhales shakily. Of fucking course he wants to kiss you. He's wanted nothing else for the last year. But he doesn't want it like this. He says your name, voice low in warning. You either don't hear him or you don't care.

Bucky’s eyes flutter closed as you continue pressing light kisses to his lips, the corner of his mouth, his chin, along his jaw. He fists his hands where they rest on either side of you, praying for the will to remain strong.

“You're drunk,” he repeats, a last ditch effort in getting you to stop, but even he can hear how weak the protest is.

“I still know what I want, what I feel.” You brush your nose against his. “I want you.”

Sam coughs pointedly beside both of you. “We’re here.”

Bucky is quick to unlatch the seatbelt and help you out of the car. Nat walks over and grabs your hand, Steve walking leisurely behind her.

“Let's go to bed, please,” she begs as she drags you with her.

You begin whining again, reminding Bucky of your inebriated state. He shouldn't have let you kiss him. You're not going to remember any of this tomorrow. Guilt punches him in the gut. He's so fucking weak when it comes to you.

“I wanna sleep with Bucky,” you complain as you resist.

Natasha squawks. “What?!” Her eyes are as wide as saucers, flicking back and forth from you and Bucky. Sam fails to hide his snort.

“His bed is bigger,” you explain, “You take up too much space.”

Natasha gasps. “How dare you!”

You turn to Bucky with pleading eyes. “Bucky, please let me sleep with you.”

“I… I'm not sure that's a good idea,” he replies.

You stomp your foot. “Pleeeease?” Your pout is lethal. “I promise I won't take up too much space.”

Sam puts his hand over Nat’s mouth before she can start yelling, doing his best to frogmarch her into the hotel so they don't cause a disturbance. Steve follows languidly, which is the sign that he's quickly coming down from his drunken high and will likely crash the moment his head hits the pillow.

“You should just sleep in your room with Nat,” Bucky advises.

“I don't wanna sleep with her,” you say, stepping back into Bucky’s space. One of your hands grasps his shirt, the other trailing across his chest. He fights the shiver threatening to run down his spine. “I wanna cuddle you.”

You look up at him through your lashes and Bucky knows he's lost. He sighs. You grin and giggle, grabbing his hand to lead him inside the hotel. He's quiet the whole ride up in the elevator. Your head is resting on his shoulder, humming along to whatever song is playing in your head. You’re still holding his hand.

When you're both standing in front of his room door, Bucky pauses, about to try one last time to get you to go two rooms down to the one you're supposed to be sharing with Nat, but you snatch the key card out of his hand and open the door before a word can leave his mouth. He doesn't trust you to be alone right now, and with Sam babysitting Nat and Steve probably snoring away in his own room, Bucky accepts his fate. He enters the room, closing the door with resignation.

“Ugh, god, these heels are the worst,” you grumble as you trip your way over to sit on the bed. You fight with the small buckle before making a noise of complaint. “Buckyyy…”

“Jesus,” he mutters, huffing as he walks to you.

He kneels in front of you and carefully takes your shoes off. You hum, pleased, once your feet are free, wiggling your toes.

“Why do you wear them if you hate them so much?” he mumbles.

“Because they make my legs and ass look fantastic, duh.”

Well. That's fair, Bucky supposes.

“Can you unzip me now?”

Fuck. Bucky chokes on nothing.

“Unzip you? What are you planning on sleeping in? Your pajamas are in your room,” he points out.

“Can't I borrow one of your shirts?” you ask, blinking innocent eyes up at him.

He doesn't trust it one bit.

“Please, Bucky? My dress won't be comfortable.”

Your pout makes yet another appearance. He doesn't bother pointing out that you wouldn't have this problem if you went to your own room. You'd ignore him anyway.

“Fine,” he grumbles. He rifles through his bag to find a shirt for you, grabbing pajamas for himself while he's at it. “I'll go change in the bathroom.”

He turns to head that way, but you stop him.

“My dress,” you remind him, spinning around and pointing at the zip.

Bucky's pretty sure you could do this by yourself, but he's just ready to go to bed at this point, so he’ll do whatever he has to to get there. He tries not to put too much thought into the action, but his mind can't help but wander, imagining unzipping your dress with different intentions. The more skin that is revealed to him, the more his breathing picks up. He takes note that you didn't wear a bra with this dress, which makes him realize you'll be wearing his shirt with only your underwear beneath it. He curses mentally.

He steps away like he's been burned once the zipper reaches the bottom. “There you go,” he says, voice gruff.

He doesn't wait for your response, quickly escaping into the bathroom before anything else can be asked of him. It doesn't take Bucky long to change his clothes, but he still lingers in the small space to gather his wits, taking his time as he brushes his teeth, and even splashes some cold water on his face. He stares at himself in the mirror for a moment.

“She’ll forget all of this by morning,” he assures himself.

He's not fond of the way that statement makes his stomach twist.

When he leaves the bathroom, he finds your dress pooled on the floor in the same spot you stood as he unzipped it. You're standing next to the bed, fidgeting with the hem of Bucky’s shirt that hangs off your small frame. He raises a quizzical brow.

“I don't know which side you prefer,” you say, unsure.

Bucky feels himself soften at your expression. “I'm good either way.”

You dart for the left side, lifting the comforter and sheets and snuggling underneath them. Bucky's lips twitch, but he resists smiling.

“C’mon, Buck, I want cuddles,” you entice, patting the spot beside you exaggeratedly.

He only hesitates for a split second. It's late and exhaustion is settling in his bones. He’ll worry about consequences in the morning.

You waste no time in invading his space once he's in the bed. You nudge his arm until he lifts it, worming your way under it and placing your head on his chest, your own arm slung over his waist. Bucky goes still, holding his breath until you get comfortable. Slowly, he lets his arm fall across your back, closing his eyes with a heavy sigh.

“Bucky?” you whisper.

“Hm?”

You nuzzle into his pec. “Love you.”

Bucky's eyes snap open then. His heart begins hammering in his chest and he prays that you're close enough to sleep to not notice.

“Goodnight,” he rasps after a minute passes by.

Your only reply is a light snore. Bucky feels his heart crack in his chest.

The next morning, Bucky lies awake, staring at the ceiling. He's not sure exactly how much sleep he got, but it wasn't a lot. You only got clingier as you slept, practically wrapping your whole body around him.

Bucky is a weak, weak man.

Sunlight begins peeking through the curtains, eventually finding its way to the bed and across your closed eyes. A frown forms between your brows and he almost smoothes it with his thumb. The only reason he stops himself is because you groan and turn away before he can.

“Turn it off,” you croak.

“The sun?” he retorts with a laugh.

“Yes,” you reply derisively. “Kick its ass for waking me up.”

Bucky smiles to himself. “Whatever you want, my love.”

It feels like the room freezes in time after the endearment escapes him. With a jolt, you sit up and face him. Bucky can't read your expression, but that's mostly because he's doing his best to look anywhere but your face.

“Seriously?” you gripe. “You're still going to poke fun about that kind of shit even after what I said last night?”

That gets his attention pretty easily. He meets your gaze and hates the dejected look on your face.

“What–what are you talking about?” he questions, thrown.

Your chin wobbles slightly before you scoff, whipping the comforter off your body as you attempt to leave the bed, but Bucky sits up and grabs your wrist to stop you.

“Wait–”

“Let go of me,” you demand, refusing to look at him.

“Not until you tell me what the fuck is going on,” he replies firmly.

You turn to him with a glare. “You're still joking about my feelings for you, even though I made it perfectly clear how I felt last night.”

“Felt? You… you don't feel the same anymore?” He's grasping for straws here. “I thought–I mean, I didn't think you were serious. You were drunk, I…”

“It doesn't matter if I still feel the same or not,” you reply, the fight leaving your body.

“Yes, it does!” he exclaims. “God, of course it fucking matters. If you have feelings for me, I need to know.”

“Have I not made it abundantly clear already?!” you retort. “If you're that fucking dense, then here you go: I'm fucking in love with you, you big, stupid, gigantic ass–”

He cuts you off by dragging your body to his and kissing you. You make a sound of shock, but you don't push him away, so he deepens the kiss, tilting his head and flicking his tongue at the seam of your lips. You open for him with a gasp, your tongue meeting his and making you both moan. He pulls away, chest heaving.

“We're both stupid,” he declares. “I'm in love with you too. I thought you were the one not taking it seriously.”

Your dazed expression begins clearing and realization sets in. “Oh my god,” you mumble as you yank him back into a kiss that has him reeling.

“Do you know,” he starts between kisses, “how fucking hard it was—to be a gentleman last night?”

You giggle. “I was hoping you wouldn't be a gentleman.”

Bucky curses, manhandling you until you're flat on your back. “That can be arranged.”

“Promises, promises,” you goad, biting your lip.

“Exactly,” he replies, lips tugging into a smirk.

Needless to say, the two of you have to put up with merciless teasing for the rest of the trip… But it's worth it.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #avengers fic #marvel fic #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader

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nekropsii · 1 month

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Honestly, Damara getting unfairly shamed by the fandom is... pretty weird considering how being an abuse victim that snaps into a murder machine is consistent across timelines. Lest we forget the Beta Damara, The Handmaiden, was... yknow... *Raised and abused by Doc Scratch out of a rebellious youth who wanted her freedom to becoming the most terrifying murder assassin that ever existed on Alternia, shaping events throughout history to mold it into the dystopian hellscape it is.*

Like. I know ultimately they are different people but you'd think they'd at least be more sympathetic with the abuse angle considering the one we *did* follow in the comic.

Part of it is that she committed the crime of Being An Alpha Troll. 5 people have read the Openbounds and 4 of them are me. (That's a little System humor from me to you.) Most of the rest of the fandom just see any Alpha Troll and assume the worst, usually on purpose. People go brain dead and reactionary when you mention their existence.

Another part is Misogyny. We cannot overlook how often people who are Weird About Damara also think Rufioh is free of sin, or are confused when you say that he's a misogynist, because they just fully took everything he says about her as facts, or didn't even pay any mind to it. Boooooo.

Another part is that one of her main methods of lashing out is genuinely uncomfortable and just about no one is willing to get past that, half for good reason and half not. The good half is people rightfully pointing out how it's written like that for, like, super racist reasons, and the bad half is people saying "This is sexual harassment, and that's bad," which is true, but is often capped off with either implying or stating "and since she's done bad things, she's not actually a victim." I only see people connect the racism of Damara's writing to her hyper-sexuality, like, 50% of the time. Isn't that weird? Then again, this is the fandom that just cannot seem to grasp that the Makaras are written in an aggressively Anti-Black fashion, so I guess I shouldn't be fucking surprised.

#homestuck #homestuck meta #homestuck analysis #alpha trolls #beforan trolls #damara megido #cw racism #damara.pdf #nekro.pdf #nekro.sms

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my-memed-tw-adventures · 8 months

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Book 3 — Chapter 35

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Yeah Leona. Could say the same to you bitch

Also the fuck does Jade mean? Azul’s still in shock?? Was he not holding up 8 fingers???? Ahhhhh

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FLOYD PLEASE

These two really have two completely separate ways to go about the situation huh. Jade is trying to make sure Azul is okay while Floyd is just immediately reminding him how much he just embarrassed himself

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Yeah fucking I didn’t think it was possible. Azul deserves at least a lil praise for the shit he made cause if even Grim can get an A, who can’t

And Jack’s right. Do your own work friendos. And if you need help, get it from anyone but Azul

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Ohhhhhh boo hoo Azul. Awww poor baby awwwwww boooooo

This fucking man lol. Just accept the friggin compliments!

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HAHAHA. Deserved. Jade and Floyd are great. Also bro Azul an NDA? Really??? Bold of you to assume that would stop them

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NAH HAND THAT SHIT OVER AND LEMME LOOK AT CUTE LITTLE AZUL BABY!

I’m very sad there’s no official smol Azul or tweel photos *starts manifesting baby art in the Octavinelle manga*

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HE IS SO CUTE! I JUST WISH I COULD SEE IT!

Also I have no idea what Ruggie is saying. Is he just saying Azul’s a little chub? Cause the whole “holding the pic at an angle” bit confuses me

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Yeah I wouldn’t have pegged Deuce as the one to be so passionate about Azul’s desire to bury his cute chubby past.

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Yeah, Azul! God when did Grim learn to say smart things? Also damn Azul is dedicated to getting rid of every photo. Though I assume his mom has an underwater scrapbook somewhere with a bunch more photos

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*pat pat* Yeah please don’t be too hung up, Azul. Past is the past. Mans really needs to not let his cute little chub self get to his head because he’s a completely different person now and goddamn he needs therapy just like everyone else

I love Floyd too. Azul has just gone through what’s probably the most embarrassing moment of his life and Floyd over here talking about how nommy Azul used to be. Never change bro

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fandom-data-scientist · 9 months

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a few months ago, i installed a userscript that will automatically apply saved filters to whatever search you're making; however, because it was first made in 2014, the way it actually works is that it applies filters as if you were plugging something into the "search within results" box, which will not actually filter out tags, but rather, keywords present anywhere in a fic and its metadata.

this is not very useful on its own, considering the fact that most everyone likes ao3 so much for its robust tag filters. fortunately, there remains an old-fashioned search method from the time before native exclusion filters existed on the site, which allowed people to use "-filter_ids:[integer]" in the "search within results" box to exclude tags proper, as we expect them to work today.

there are, of course, other methods of having sticky/saved filters on ao3, such as bookmarking one's url after applying all the filters you desire to a particular search, but then that requires not only inputting all my filters again when i enter a new fandom tag (thereby necessitating maintaining a reference list), but also maintaining a bunch of bookmarks for everything i might want to regularly check, which. like. boooooo

anyway, another reason i like that userscript so much is bc a while back i learned that the ao3 advanced search box runs off apache lucene to parse its queries, meaning that you can actually get incredibly fine-grained with your requests. for example, to filter out both "slow burn that is complete and under 50k" and "slow burn that is in-progress and under 10k" while leaving all other slow burn fics in the same search:

-(filter_ids:103132 AND complete:false AND word_count:[* TO 10000]) -(filter_ids:103132 AND complete:true AND word_count:[* TO 50000])

or you could develop a whitelist for the tags you're filtering by using "!", like filtering out all ocs unless they're by a particular person:

-(filter_ids:2927 !user_ids:[integer])

point being, the ao3 advanced search box is very powerful, the possibilities are endless, and i am married to that saved filters script these days.

however, i am also a picky little bitch, and i have somewhere around a hundred tags i have automatically filtered out for my current fandom, and about forty additional tags that i have filtered out everywhere. the saved filters makes it a lot easier to maintain these filters, but also i'm lazy about appending new tags, and they can be hard to dig through if i want to take something out for whatever reason, so recently i've been putting together a spreadsheet that will automate the queries i want copy-pasted into the saved filters input box.

most of it has been simple, just maintaining a sheet with the name and filter_ids number of what i want filtered unconditionally, but for the more complex requests, uh.

(this one is supposed to say "22 !(176 || 110)")

(this one is supposed to say "((22 !(176 || 110 || 49838047)) AND expected_number_of_chapters:[5 TO 25]) || [further queries])"

........well, it's going!!!!

one of my friends says i should publish the spreadsheet when i perfect it, since even tho most people aren't as picky as me, it'd be nice to showcase ao3's fullest capabilities with it. for various reasons, it likely won't be much use to most people as a spreadsheet, but i've been Considering maybe figuring out how to make a userscript (or maybe even a firefox extension, if i can get permission from the people who made the relevant bookmarklets/userscripts to use their code And Also figure out enough js for that), so idk. stay tuned for that, maybe!

#long post #spreadsheet blogging #sorry this post is so long. if i don't provide an excruciating amt of context for everything i do i will die.#i make absolutely no promises regarding a userscript or extension but also i like doing console.log on everything but also js is suffering #i looked through ao3's source code like... i guess three days ago now? looking for all the different hidden search operators #i'd done so before bc i wanted to know why we had otp:true but can't filter based off the number of rlshps tagged in a fic #anyway there are quite a lot even tho most of them are not especially useful imo #did you know you can filter for works based off what workskin they're using? kind of wish we had more public site skins tbh #i also wish we could use more css in workskins bc rn they don't let us do @media queries #so it's hard to make nice or really cool skins that also look good on mobile... le sigh #my libreoffice crashed like at least three times today. when will i be free

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starplusfourletters · 8 months

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Random takes on ahsoka eps 2 and 3

so spoilers for the niche crap I care about in eps 2 and 3

once again holding back the plot / character / that's not how the force works rant until i have more perspective BUT IT'S BUILDING UP

i have so many questions about how the FIRST iteration of this apprenticeship got started but noooooo i'm holding it innnnnnnnnnnnnn

good to know "gold leaf on a rock" is all it takes to send me into full mortis art / world between worlds panic mode

When Ahsoka's like "there's simply no way to move this potential bomb out of the hospital" my guy Lothal is 99.99% grassland

Distinct lack of Lothwolves tho. Did Filoni move past his wolf hyperfixation?

[chopper's immediate suggestion being to bomb a city] i missed him so much

If sabine's hair looks anywhere close to good in the next scene after that haircut - oh is2g

dude tho that lightsaber dodge? so so so cool. just no fucks given. Hero

so did Sabine hire a long-term catsitter orrrr look let’s be honest I’m more invested in the cat than sabine. Not to be – wait for it – catty

oh no kaz's dad (? look I'm not going to check) is mean :(

DOUBLING DOWN ON THE GREEN HAIR WE LOVE TO SEE IT (but like srsly how. star wars canonizes DNA and then pulls this shit)

is the show really trying to make the sabine/ezra ship sail like actually? after 4 seasons of rebels being like "dude she's gay"?

Huyang straight up roasting sabine <3 he is my spirit animal

I was fangirling about ahsoka's dojo because if i was a space wizard I'd totally want my dojo to convert into a living room that's rad and then my friend pointed out that that means the place you just stood and fell and sweated on becomes your dining room table and that's... less sexy

Speaking of not sexy these mercenary / dark jedi ships. Boooooo

just have sabine fly and put ahsoka on guns. play to your strengths.

YES SPACE WALK omigod that helmet how does she even get into that

SPACE WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALES

guys I JUST made the connection about the convors in Rebels "Trials of the Darksaber." It has bugged me for 6 years. This is s3; ahsoka's not even confirmed alive let alone IN this ep and this ep is about sabine who's not even connected to ahsoka why are there convorees here? omigod it was FORESHADOWING? alternatively filoni just puts random animals in the background sometimes so he can pretend he knows what he's doing still haven't figured out the symbolic significance of the convorees in TCW "Bound for Rescue" helpful reference if you need it

but three eps in and nary a convor in sight? Did they forget???

#ahsoka tano #ahsoka show #convor #sabine wren

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I’m a cat! I’m a kitty cat!

AO3

Summary: The Midnight Burger crew wants to get a cat. Except Caspar. Cherry happens to work at an animal shelter and own a moped.

It had been a slow day so far. As slow as a day at a shelter full of rambunctious animals could be anyways. Cherry was given front desk duty, which was the opposite reason why they had chosen to get their volunteer hours at an animal shelter. They wanted to spend time walking the dogs and petting the rabbits. They did not want to be sitting at a desk shuffling around the same papers wishing they had brought their holo-pad with them.

“I am bored out of my mind,” they gestured to the desk’s holo-screen. “Also, I am literally not needed.” They complained to Terry who had just walked in. Terry was an alright guy, probably spent too much time at the shelter. But that would be hypocritical of Cherry considering they spend all their time at the shelter and are only a volunteer, while Terry got his salary from being there.

“Don’t be silly, people love to see a real face and not just a screen.”

“Uh huh.”

“Well if you’re going to have that attitude-”

“Terrance!” Someone else called out interrupting him. Terry gave a ”we’ll finish this later” look and disappeared into the back. The back, where literally anything enriching happens.

“Ugh.” Cherry slumped back into their seat, they couldn’t even see over the top of the stupid desk. It was like being trapped in a lame version of the Colosseum. No matter how high they put the ancient office chair, the desk obscured their vision. So when a voice came out of nowhere Cherry startled and fell, hitting their head on the chair on the way down.

“Are you okay?” What sounded like a concerned woman asked.

“Yep, never better.” They grunted. Cherry stood all the way up, their platform boots thankfully making it so their head was past the desk.

“How can I help you?” Cherry asked, people weren’t exactly their strong suit but they’d take anything to break the monotony right now.

“I am looking to adopt a cat!” She said gleefully.

“Uh yeah sure just scan your ID.” Cherry pointed towards the holo-screen at the front of the desk.

“Oh uh…” The women looked slightly panicked. Cherry raised an eyebrow.

“Yes an, um, my ID! Which I totally have!” She smiled with all teeth and no eyes before rummaging around in her tote bag.

“There it is!” She said, slapping it onto the desk counter.

“That’s a drivers license.” Cherry said while picking it up and looking at it.

“Which is an ID?”

“It says it expires in 2027.”

“So..?”

“Lady not to be rude but you do know it’s the year 3069, right?” Cherry asked, suddenly very much missing shuffling the same papers over and over again. There was an awkward silence.

“Oh, hello miss, how may we help you?” It was Terry coming back to finish their talk, but now his button up shirt looked like it went through a battle, dirt streaked all over with little paw prints.

“She wants to adopt a cat.”

“Oh how wonderful, how about you show her the kitties Cherry?”

“Ter-”

“What, I thought you were bored out of your mind?” He asked while fruitlessly wiping his shirt with a tissue from the desk.

“Fine.”

“Righty-o.” Terry said and started to walk away. “I hope someone will find their furr-ever home.”

“Boooooo!” Cherry yelled at him. The crazy lady, because of course she did, actually laughed at it.

“Follow me.” Cherry said emerging from behind the desk, hoping that she wasn’t about to be murdered.

While some cats were still in crates they did have a room where the ones that were allowed to mingle could do exactly that. It was a place for the cats to get entertainment (Unlike the front desk Cherry bemused) and interact. It also served as a place where patrons could come in and chill with the cats and see if they connected with one.

“Oh precious!” The woman exclaimed, her voice already rising several octaves. It was like this for a bit. The lady would ask about a cat and Cherry would answer, the routine let them let their guard down. Feeling less and less likely to end up in a casket. The presence of the cats also might have helped a bit with that. They were both sitting on the floor, a gray tabby named Hercules sprawled across Cherry’s legs. The lady sat crisscrossed with a ginger cat on her.

“So what’s your name?”

“That one is Pickles.”

“Ah no I meant,” the lady turned to face them. “I meant your name.”

“Cherry.”

“Ah I see I thought the guy said Larry and you just don’t give me Larry vibes.”

“Is it the hair?” Cherry joked pointing at their dreads that are dyed a bright red.

“Nah, it’s your eyes, they’re the window to the soul.”

“Cool.” Cherry said, petting Hercules.

“I’m Gloria by the way.” She said before cooing at a cat who made its way over to them. “Thanks, now I can call you something other than a crazy lady in my head.” Cherry said, making Gloria snort.

“I just wanted to say thanks for not calling me out back there.” Gloria said, leaning back against the wall and unfolding her legs.

“It’s hard to sneak out and get a cat especially when you're not born in this century.”

“Oh c’mon you’re not that old.” Cherry said.

“Hah, thanks.”

Cherry, deciding to ignore the century comment, asked “You had to sneak out?”

“Oh yeah, one of my friends, his name is Caspar, is determined not to get a cat, he says it’ll hate him.” Gloria chuckled.

“He’s a dog person then?”

“More like a pet rock person.” Cherry laughed so hard that it spooked the cats away. Except the ginger one who stayed curled up in Gloria’s lap.

After perusing the cats in cages Gloria started to look a little anxious.

“Hey, if you're worrying about making a choice we can put one on hold for you.” Cherry offered.

“That’s sweet of you but I am afraid I have to,” Gloria pulled out a pocket watch and squinted at it, “make a decision in four hours.”

“Um, okay.” Cherry said too bewildered by the pocket watch Gloria had pulled out to check on the time limit she apparently had.

“My friend though, uh Leif, he’s the one I told you helped me sneak out, he’s going to be here soon and he’ll help me choose.” True to Gloria’s word, five minutes of looking at rabbits later a guy wearing an apron showed up looking disheveled.

“Caspar is onto our bullshit so hard we have to act fast.”

“Well let me tell you who I’ve found!” Gloria said already tugging Leif away toward the cats before Cherry could even unlock the door for them. Cherry sort of hovered around the two once they started talking. It was like watching professional ping pong as they talked through Gloria’s line up of felines.

“But this guy?” Gloria said with a fondness in her voice that caught Cherry’s attention. She picked up a ginger cat who didn’t even bat an eye at being lifted into the air.

“Is Pickles, it says he used to be an outdoor cat so I think that would also help him handle the diner.”

“Diner?” Cherry asked at the same time Leif exclaimed “Seriously?!”

“Hey,” Gloria said offensively, pulling Pickles closer to her chest “we could change the name, no need to be so harsh on the gatito.”

“Gloria, that’s not a cat,” Leif looked at Cherry, “how did it even get in here?” Cherry startled a little, realizing Leif was asking them.

“We got him, like, last week, some lady dropped him off, said it was a gift because we gave her a map of the city, she was nice but weird.”

“Oh my God.” Gloria said.

“What are the fucking odds?” Leif asked.

“What’s happening?”

“Uh, nothing at all, it’s just a small world is all, I think we know her.” Leif hurriedly explained. While Cherry could tell it wasn’t a lie, they could also tell there was a lot more hiding behind those words.

“Should I be worried?”

“No!”

“Eh.”

Cherry looked over the two of them critically.

“…Okay then, I guess you’re getting the Not-a-cat cat?”

“Oh absolutely.”

“Definitely.”

Back at the desk Cherry was tip toeing in their boots to lean over the desk and point at what Gloria was supposed to click. Cherry didn’t blame her, the legal jargon also got to them too.

“I’ll need that ID again to scan.” Cherry said. The dread filled Gloria’s eyes again like the first time.

“I got ya covered.” Leif said and then loudly slammed an ID onto the desk. Cherry took it and sure enough it was a proper Saleieinsport City ID.

“Huh.” Both Cherry and Gloria said at the same time. The rest of the process went smoothly. Cherry being thankful they were finally eighteen so they didn’t have to get “a legal adult” to sign off on everything. Now that they actually thought about it…

“Hey, Gloria, you're my first adoption.”

“Awe, really?”

“Well, officially anyways, it just felt like something to say.” Cherry said leaning on the back of their heels.

“Of course you should say it, that’s awesome!” Gloria exclaimed.

“Yeah, congrats!” Leif agreed. Cherry could feel their cheeks blushing.

“Let’s go get your Not-a-cat cat already.” Cherry said, ducking their head down to hide their face.

Not-a-cat cat eagerly got into the travel crate when they set it down which made Cherry do a double take.

“Did you guys open the crate?”

“No?”

“No, I told you that thing is not normal.”

“Leif don’t call gatito a thing!”

“No, I’m sorry Gloria but I agree with Leif here.” Cherry said while pointing their thumb at him. Gloria huffed and picked up the carrier, which the door to was also somehow closed. The walk to the parking lot felt forlorn to Cherry.

“Well it was nice meeting you guys.”

“Same to you Cherry.” Gloria beamed. Not-a-cat cat meowed.

“Oh no, Gloria!”

“What is it, Leif?” They both turned to look at Leif who was glaring at the hover-bus schedule.

“It says the next bus doesn’t come for three hours!”

“Three hours?!” Gloria’s face sagged. “We don’t have that kind of time!”

“Do you guys want a ride?” Both heads whipped towards Cherry.

“You’d do that?” Leif asked.

“I mean sure, my time ends in five minutes anyways.” Cherry fiddled with the hem of their violet sweater, “and you guys have been pretty nice.”

“Alright then let’s hitchhike!” Gloria exclaimed.

“I think it’s carpooling.” Cherry chuckled.

“Nah, hitchhiking sounds cooler anyways,” she brought the carrier up to her face “Isn't that right Pickles?”

“Oh we’re definitely changing the name.” Leif said. Gloria scoffed.

“I think it’s cute!”

“Where's your ride?” Leif asked, rolling his eyes at Gloria.

“It’s that one.”

“Oh.”

Gloria hung onto Leif for dear life.

“Isn’t this illegal?!” Gloria yelled.

“What?!” Leif yelled back. Cherry couldn’t even hear Gloria from the back of the hover-moped.

“We don’t have helmets!” She tried to explain. But the wind and the hum of the magnets that made traffic airborne was louder than Gloria. That’s not even mentioning the honking that was happening as Cherry swerved around other cars.

The Not-a-cat’s carrier was secured safely in the side cart. Which left the three adults to have to squeeze onto a single seat.

Leif took the middle so he could guide Cherry to Midnight Burger. It was interesting trying to explain to Cherry why their Star Trek looking GPS wouldn’t work, but their urgency to get back before “closing” seemed to push aside any questions. At some point on the ride Gloria squeezed her eyes shut, so once they were safely parked in front of Midnight Burger she didn’t even realize it.

“We’re here!” Leif said, prying Gloria’s hands off of him. “That’s going to bruise.”

“Oh thank God!” A voice yelled from the door. “Do you know how hard it is to keep him distracted? I had to lock him inside the pantry! Get your asses in here!”

“We’re coming, just hold on!” Gloria exclaimed, tumbling off the bike. Leif grabbed Pickles and booked it towards the diner, the diner that Cherry was looking at in fascination.

“How long has this been here?” They asked Gloria.

“This morning.” She repsonded sheepishly.

“What-”

“Thank you for all the help Cherry.” Cherry was about to repsond when someone else interrupted.

“Gloria!” The woman from earlier yelled. Gloria turned and cupped her face.

“Geez hold on Ava!” She looked back at Cherry with a big smile, her smile lines visible. Not fake like the one had been back at the animal shelter.

“You’re a lifesaver.” She gave Cherry a bone crushing hug. Gloria let go and then started mad dashing for the diner, slamming against the door as she slid inside. Cherry simply stared, their chest feeling warm. When was the last time someone hugged them like that? They however didn’t get to ruminate on it for long. A loud warping sound started to fill the air. A bubbly fizz seeped into Cherry’s blood. The wind rustled. The negative space yawned like a cat. Then the diner was gone. Everything snapped back into place in less than a second. The sounds of the road magnets and a park nearby suddenly coming back into existence, they hadn’t even realized those sounds had left. Cherry dropped their helmet.

“What the fuck.”

#post season three episode two Maul of America #midnight burger gets a cat #slice of life #Leif commits identity fraud #outsider pov #cat <3 #midnight burger #fanfiction #oc to be the outsider pov #oc #midnight burger podcast #fluff and humor #fan fiction #ao3fic

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