#flux's room

[snackugaki]

"sure you can get that... you got money for it?"

tmnt au shit below the cut

my tmnt au (where everyone made it past their 20s, splinter’s alive just old, venus is here, and they deserve some goddamn respite and shenanigans)

tmnt au part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

tmnt au omake 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

lny visit 1 | 2

#tmnt au #finally throwing out the content for the AU I want #hhhhh it's not as crunchy as I'm envisioning #but it IS getting there #hey #you #yeah you #allow your artistic vision the room to grow #if there's a feel or vibe or style you want for whatever it is you're doing #don't feel like a dum dum if it doesn't come together right away #me? i wanted a specific Liquid Televison show style feel #problem being The Maxx and Aeon Flux are different vibes #and the weird martini shaken combo of Ai Yazawa and Mike Mignola? #a bitch is struggling #but heehoo they like pepper shrimp #that's literally all I wanted

[skiitter]

no one talk to me i've been reading destiel fics for four straight days and i don't have a single compelling reason as to why.

#my life is just in absolute flux rn #living in my best friends guest room with ALL my shit AND my husband AAAANDDDD our cat until friday really has me fucked up #not to mention finding a new job #and moving AGAIN this weekend #ugh #look sometimes a bitch just wants a veritable feast of options okay??? #do you have ANY IDEA the depth of variety to be found in massive ships???? #its unreal #i've exhausted dhr and furthermore have more or less moved on from that ship and fandom for now #and like i've seen all of supernatural i love cas #so anyway whatever im living my best life #destiel #also a lot of my beloved mutuals are having supernatural moments rn and i am being influenced

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

things i'd have done if i were in control of 13s era, part 596: strid episode

#whats going on down there #bet it's silurian #hungry earth 13 version #i still want to see a chameleon arc episode where the doctor turns into a silurian #theres no reason they should be human #theyd be such a good silurian #'ugh these dumb humans' #maybe introducing chameleon arcs that explicitly already in s11 wouldnt work but #would reveal a Lot abt the doctor that the fam doesnt get until s12 #or ever #but it'd be so interesting #i think it'd be difficult to place a 13 chameleon arc story #bc it entirely is gfkjghjkh #no but like you kinda want the whole fam for most interest #you could do it in the revolution-flux interbellum but i dont think thatd be most interseting #theres a lot of interesting stuff to explorew ith yaz and 13 solo but it's all abt their interpersonal stuff i think #and this wouldnt be the best way #i'd want the whole fam there for this but. too revealing #so other kind of strid episode but i'd still do it in s11 then i think #or perhaps s12 but you dont have much room there #12x6 right after ruth? might be interesting might be just too muhc #but anyway. strid episode

[bunnyb34r]

I should buy a drum set 🤔

#only thing stopping me is storage #i cant keep it in the garage without damaging it with flux temps and humidity and i couldn't fit it in there even if i wanted to #and i certainly cant put it in my room and my exect disfunction would keep me from playing if it was in the house anyway #trumpet though... that fucker is portable #but i do wanna learn the drums 😭 #marquilla #im gonna pavlov this fucker

[flatstarcarcosa]

CLAWING THE WALLS OF MY ENCLOSURE I AM SO UNWELL ABOUT THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#god help me i may just make them canon for my lester lore. fuck it the timeline's already a mess! #my lore for my lester ship is like matt and lester know each other but no they don't because we're #all playing pool together none the wiser #karen is dead but she's not and she's in love with frank and can't be in the same room as matt #i know i joke that whatever is funniest is canon but honestly? #the lore existing continually in flux and also contradictory and/or paradoxically all together is #actually v interesting.

[ssaalexblake]

Also, one of the things i am almost certainly sure was cut from Flux when they got their episode count chopped was Yaz’s career issues. That they mentioned it, and mentioned it again in a way that lacks continuity to the last mention in the space of two episodes smacks of ‘something got cut’ to me. Like the backstory with Azure that never arrived despite the fact that when you think about it you go wait... what??? 

And I mean, I don’t?? have any major issues with how Yaz’s story went because it all tracks neatly into the main arc where Yaz ends up the doctor, but i Do think the little things were cut out due to the plague getting them a lower episode count, and so the arc feels in some ways lacking in polish because the stuff from s11-12 was Very intricate and it lost some of the homely touches of storytelling through lack of time.

Added to that, they ended up doing a serial which is Not Nearly As Good for character work as non serialised episodes. Sometimes to say something about a character you need a contrived story to reveal the perfect thing about them. In a serial format you can’t take a break and do that. Eve of the daleks and legend of the sea devils being the episodes that really moved things forward interpersonally for the characters is just proof to that. 

Mostly i think the plague ballsed things up is 8 million different ways. I could be bitter about it but i’m gonna spend my time hoping chibbs will do a tell all over what else was gonna happen instead. 

#dw shit #genuinely think a lot of peoples issues are that s11 and 12 had a Lot of those little touches #(non literal) #just... homely moments where they stop and breathe #and we learn humanizing things about them #and flux just. Didn't stop. No breathing room. #which is fine if you like that but i am a person who is Not a serial stan #Actively Because of this #strories in serials are usually awesome but i'd prefer better character work #if i could choose

[betweenlands]

i have a really normal base in create: above and beyond

#''solar that building is tiny'' yeah most of the facility is underground lol #it's more important to me that it Owns Bones on an aesthetic basis #orig #pic #mcbrtl #redstoner #(hey i mean it literally is the red sun/lapis moon lol) #i freehanded that moon by the way. i'm really proud of how it came out #also not pictured: the fake decem obelisk at my old base! #probably also gonna build a flux spill and/or the Egg in some fitting basement rooms too #the theme for this base is pretty much ''i am going to piss off as many gods as possible all at once''

[astarlightmonbebe]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 3 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog

awesome, thank you!

i'm currently working towards a foreign language major with a chinese concentration

i'm a leftie! lowkey kind of interested in being ambidextrous but not really willing to commit to trying + i like being a leftie, it's fun

i love dangly earrings and patterned socks. they're on my list for gifts every single year, which i think makes me relatively simple to shop for, because i'm pleased with any cute pair of socks i receive

#star answers #lovely mutuals #frannabelle3 #sharing my college plans since like everyone in real life knows but i don't think i actually talked about it on here #since it took so long for everything to come together and it is honestly in flux #but i'm working on chinese hw right now that's why... #wearing my cat bus socks right now #i also wear through my socks very fast. they get holes easily which is why i have slippers so i won't #you know run my socks into the ground with my daily pacing #i can write with my right hand just very awkwardly and slowly and it looks like chicken scratch #(like my brothers' handwriting lolllll) #but like i have a good right handed throw #OH and i just had a in-the-same-room-as-someone-famous experience at my work yesterday

[heirhonkful]

Doctor Who rant, feel free to ignore lol

Doctor Who always gets real bad when it tries to do “plot” stuff. I like it better as a weekly adventure show, that seems to be its strong suit. I just don’t understand how anyone could have liked the past few seasons. Jodie Whittaker deserved so much better than to be part of probably what is the worst written part of DW.

It’s like they literally went out of their way to ruin anything that made DW interesting and compelling by trying to add weird, stupid, kind of “chosen one” story. The best part of The Doctor is that they’re just a person - and also an almost immortal alien lol, but just a person, it could be anyone with that box, The Doctor isn’t supposed to be super important and stuff. That kinda feels like where DW fails the most, is trying to make The Doctor to be some kind of incredible superhero or something as opposed to a person who just gets into adventures with their friends.

That’s why these last few seasons were just so much worse. And it sucks even more because so many chuds and idiots are going to blame it on The Doctor being a woman or something like that, as opposed to a complete destruction of the character and their backstory. I wonder how in the world they’ll fix it, I don’t know if they even can.

#just a little rant #I love Doctor who so much but watching the Chibnall stuff just felt like a chore and was often straight up painful lmao #not to mention The Flux #what even was that??? #nothing made sense and things just happened out of nowhere #I need to rewatch it and try to chart what happens because when I binged it the first time with a friend it just #oh man #it just didn’t make any sense whatsoever #like there was some snake guy going around turning people to snakes for no reason #there was the dumb plot about the Doctor’s psudeo-mom trying to escape to another universe??? #why was any of it necessary at all? #weird crystal guy and his sister #and omg the scene revealing her also made no sense #a thing beeping in the living room and the two people are like “no let’s just ignore it #and then crystal dude shows up or something and the lady was his sister the whole time???? why what?? who are these people?? #it’s been a minute since I watched it so I don’t remember everything but my friend and I talk about it all the time lol

[headofocs-inklesspen]

If you’re sewing several pieces and/or for a considerable time and you think “I don’t need to get a chair out, I can stand”

That’s the demons talking and they want you to have back and knee pain. Tell them to shut up and find a chair, please

#crow rambles #sewing #oof ouch my bones #my living room is in flux so the dining chairs are away in the closet #and I said ‘no I don’t need to drag on out. I can stand. it’ll be fine’ #i was wrong

[angelynial]

I spent a couple hours over the past few days with my blue light minimizer off (because I was using Canva) and I feel awful. General nausea and queasiness, sinus headache, neck pain, I'm struggling with sequencing and decision making, I keep catching myself staring into space panicking about what I need to do.

My concussion in 2019 radicalized my opinion on technology and screentime, and on days like today when I feel completely sick to my stomach from rawdogging a screen I'm really horrified we let children use ipads.

#use flux or other color adjusters #I was already pretty analog-minded because I think ~screens~ are kind of a juvenile aesthetic #and then I bonked my head #and now I am horrified my parents let me have my own computer with internet access in my room in 2003 #'let me' lol I didnt ask they just didnt want to deal with me ever #I also had cable tv #in my room #shocking #horrifying #my children will be raised amish

[midascrow]

Alastor x Gn!Reader

Favoritism pt.1

part 2

————/////————————//////

Synopsis: the others notice a certain Deer Demons positive behavior regarding one of the staff. (Reader)

a/n: reader is portrayed as pretty meek and quiet. At least upon first meeting people, and I may continue that trait in part 2 or have them open up a bit more.

———————————————/—/——————

“Don’t ya think it’s kinda…I dunno..weird?”

Charlie’s shiny eyes snapped up from the sparkly cards and glue strewn across the living room table. “What’s weird?” Angel hummed, one set of arms crossed thoughtfully as his eyes swept towards the far corner, watching a certain Radio Demon quietly chat with one of the hotels…”staff” members.

“That Smiles, is so sweet on (Y/n) and not the rest of us?” His hand waved around dramatically, watching Charlie’s eyes widen as they spun towards the aforementioned duo, studying them for a moment for any sign of irregular behavior on the deer demons part. Although not much could be considered regular in regards to him

“I’m pretty sure Alastor is just as much of a prick to them as he is to everyone else.” Vaggie huffed from her spot on the couches armchair, a small magazine in hand that she carefully tried to cut apart for the days craft. Scrapbooking, if it wasn’t clear. “…your markers bleeding babe..”

“Oh shoot!”

Angel guffawed, bolting up right and letting his arms flail wildly in disbelief. “No way toots! Don’t you remember when he first brought them ovah? As one of ‘s lil “Helpahs”?” He turned, “Huskers you know what I’m on about don’t ya?”

The grumpy cat deflated with a sigh, setting down a freshly cleaned glass just to pick up another and start again. “That demon, plays with souls and sinners like no other shitlord out there. And that one,” his clawed finger shot out to point dagger straight at you “just so happens to be his favorite. End of story.”

Charlies lips pursed at that, a small shimmer in her expression that made Vaggies brow furrow in stress, watching her lover fall back into her own mind and remember the hotels first ever introduction to you.

—————

“Now my friends, I do have one more favor to cash in on. I expect you all on your best behavior in regards to them..” His red eyes lingered on Angel with a sneer. “I won’t take kindly to any damage done by your hands.” The static that swelled behind his words reached its peak, before muffling once a small figure materialized just beside him.

A clawed hand curled atop your shoulder and if not for the familiar chill, perhaps you would’ve jumped, but the buzz of static and the crackle of a radio was a comforting sound you had grown all too close to.

“Now, this sweet thing is (Y/n), a special little friend of mine who will help you, though- mainly me, keep the hotel on tip top shape- isn’t that right dear?”

Your gaze darted around, and the others watched as you barely made a peep before a gentle smile pulled on your lips and you nodded..strange for someone in the company of the Radio Demon.

“What’s up with them? Can’t talk or what?” Angel mused, almost rudely, winking under your watchful eye that was almost..freakishly intense.

Alastor hummed and buzzed for a moment, gazing down at you in thought. “No No, just a bit shy is all. Always on the quieter side…”

“That won’t be a problem will it?” The static fluxed and swayed around them, shadows scratching at the walls of his underlying threat, that cut through the air.

……..

The princess was admittedly worried by your timid nature. You were almost…paranoid in a sense, looking as if you wanted to melt into the floor at any sign of confrontation, friendly or otherwise.

But…she did notice you seemed oddly at ease around the Overlord. Sticking close, though typically he was the one following you around as you did..whatever it is you were brought over to do.

She was even reminded of one instance, where you had been scuttling around, a stack of fresh dishes held precariously in your clammy hands as you made your way to the kitchen.

Charlie had been too busy at first to notice, she was speaking with Alastor about the future promotion of the hotel, when the loud sound of glass shattering rang through the room.

All heads snapped towards the cause, only to spot you, wide eyed and flat on the floor surrounded by dozens of broken plates and glasses.

Seemed you had tripped on a loose bit of tile.

Now, Husker just had been throughly..scolded by the Hotelier for dropping a bottle just a few hours prior, so the patrons and staff watched with baited breath as the ever encompassing form of the radio demon stalked towards your dejected form.

Vaggie had drawn her spear right as the crash had happened, ready to step in at any moment should she need.

But the others could only watch in surprise as you were gently ushered to your feet with soft dusts off your shoulder, and a little snap of clawed fingers. The mess disappeared in a flash, and your uniform was carefully adjusted by the tall red deer who softly scolded you.

“Now now my dear. You must remember not to overwork yourself. Can’t have you in poor shape now can we?” His words were condescending at best, paired with the gentle pinch of your cheek, but for whatever reason you seemed hardly put off, simply nodding shyly and quickly darting off to continue your next list of….errands, the deers ears swiveled in your direction till you vanished through the corridor.

——/

“Do you think they’re-?”

“Fuckin?”

“I was gonna say dating..” Charlie trailed off uncomfortably, watching tensely as Alastor almost…”playfully” whisked you around the parlor.

“They’re not.” Husks gruff voice cut through, dipped in firm belief that he was right. “That fucker has an angle no matter what, and whatever special treatment they’re receiving is just to follow through with it. That guy can’t even conceptualize caring about someone like that.”

Clearly that incident was still fresh on his mind as he mumbled quietly about how he was cut off from all booze the following week to, help clear his “shaky hands”.

The others grimaced, Vaggie especially as Charlie’s big eyes welled with fat tears. “That’s..that’s so sad!” She wailed, collapsing into her girlfriend’s arms, her reaction subtly mirrored by Sir Pentious who had slithered into the conversation.

“Wh..why are we crying??” He hissed, greated with rolled eyes from the spider and cat, and a dejected sniffle from the princess.

“Al-Alastor’s never been in love!!” She sobbed dramatically, Vaggie cooing in her ear while her hand rubbed her back soothingly.

“Oh..?” The snake perked up, a confused tilt to his head. “But aren’t Alassstor and (Y/n) …?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out! He totally dots on them don’t he Snakes??”

The engineer nodded rapidly, scales shimmering in the dim living room light.

“I told you morons, they’re not and never will-“ Husks aggravation of the topic was clear, the scrubbing of his glass a tad more aggressive.

“But…I jussst ssssssaw them kisssssing the other day…? Up on the terrace?”

…..

“Ex-fucking scuse me?”

#hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel #x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust

[androgynealienfemme]

"Faggy butch was good. It accurately described my pink button-down shirts, my giggles, the fact that I talked with my hands. I once saw a tape of myself in which I made a gesture that looked more like it belonged in A Chorus Line than in the middle of an interview. Faggy butch was like genderqueer -- not quite this or that, a little of both, maybe. A friend once said to me, "I access my femininity through my masculinity."

I feel lucky to have grown up in a world with butch pioneers, and I feel lucky that I had an idea about what being butch might have meant. But instead of making me feel part of the community, these constructions of what butch was -- stereotypes really-- pushed me away from the word and identity. Instead I chose a newer term, genderqueer, which had yet to be defined; it was in flux, it was a new frontier. I may not have been butch "enough", but genderqueer was all mine to rewrite and redefine.

I still like the word "genderqueer," still claim it and own it and love the way it makes room for me, in all my complexities. But I'm coming back around to butch. Maybe its because the years of pink prom dresses are further and further behind me, maybe its because i'm learning from butch elders who talk in terms that make room for me, giggles and all. Maybe its because the people i know have no idea (unless I tell them) that i was never a tomboy. They only know me -- my short hair tightly bound chest, and button down shirts.

I think that every new generation feels the need to reject their elders, reject what came before them, and feel that they are knew gender rebels. We invent terms, we create new spaces, and sometimes, we come back to where our big brothers started -- home."

“PERSISTENCE: All Ways Butch and Femme, Coming Back Around to Butch” Miriam Zoila Pérez, On Butch and Femme: Compiled Readings, (edited by I.M. Epstein) (2017)

#on butch and femme: compiled readings #on butch and femme #lesbian #gender-fluid #genderqueer #butch #butch lesbian #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq+ #lesbian lit #queer lit #trans lit

[lewsnumerounofan]

dirty (theodore nott x reader)

summary: in which theo seeks to remind you who you really belong to (hint: it’s not your boyfriend).

notes: fingering (f receiving), cheating, kinda dick theo, kinda jealous theo, angst, 1k words, smut

+ part two

His eyes—dark, haunting—trailed you through each room and interaction. Well, trailed you and your boyfriend.

All was fine until your boyfriend went to get you both drinks. As soon as he disappeared from sight the Slytherins tall presence appeared at your back.

Despite your protests, Theo managed to drag you from the crowded dance floor, down the hall and into a dark bathroom, all the while avoiding your curses and flailing elbows.

“Let go of me, Nott. Are you fucking crazy dragging me out of the party like that? He could have seen,” you hissed, trying to break for the door. He beat you to it, coming to stand squarely between you and your escape route.

This boy, you thought. He drove you mental—had done since the first time you’d laid eyes on him. It was only a matter of time before one of you had slipped, boyfriend or no. Since then it had been long months of broom closet hook ups and secret astronomy tower rendezvous.

But you had sworn all that off. Your boyfriend was nice. And Theo was… well, Theo.

“Come here,” he said.

You scoffed and focused hard on the bathroom tile to your right.

“I fucking said come here,” Theo repeated, but now his accent was thick and his voice was loud. Lip curled he waited for you to slowly stand before him. You couldn’t meet his eyes, instead watching as his chest rose and fell with angry breathes.

“You can talk about your boyfriend all you’d like, principessa,” he spat, “but I’m the one fucking you, hm?”

His crude words had you forgetting your fear and raising your chin to argue. There was no need to make this messier than it already was—and who was he to talk? He seemed to have a new girlfriend every other week.

But Theo didn’t give you the chance. He was in your face in an instant, backing you up until you’d hit the opposite wall.

“I’m the one you call when you’re horny or lonely. I fucking own you.”

Your faces were almost touching. Theo angry was something you could never forget—his eyes were almost black as they incessantly tracked your movements. Mouth in a permanent snarl he kept your body caged in with his long arms, even as you tried weakly to pry yourself away. His voice changed too; every time he yelled his Italian accent became stronger, words sometimes reverting back to his native tongue. It made you dizzy.

“Theo-“

“Boyfriend or not, you’re mine. Sei mia,” he said, this time crushing the words onto your mouth.

Blood bloomed in your mouth as his lips slanted over yours. Theo was always rough with you, but now he was angry. And that proved to be wholly different.

Hands harsh on your skin, he pulled up your skirt. Not a second thought was spared for your lacy (expensive) underwear; Theo barely pushed them aside enough to fit two long fingers into you.

He handled your body deftly, taking what he wanted and doing so roughly. You tried to be mad at his obvious disregard, but something about the clench of his jaw and the heavy heat of his mouth made protest impossible. Thought of any form seemed beyond you; as he forced a long leg between yours you ground down, whimpering at your own vulnerability.

“So pathetic. Look at yourself,” he murmured, lips kissing along your neck. Indeed, it was a rather indecent picture. With your skirt ridden up and your underwear pushed away you could easily see where he was touching you. The slick on his long fingers, the flex of his arms as he pushed into you. The stutter of your hips along his thigh, pants already wet.

“What would your boyfriend think if he saw you, hm baby?

You wanted to scream. Possessiveness laced every flux of Theo’s voice, and his dead eyes were black as they watched you.

“Theodore-“

He tsked. His full lip curled, thigh pressing hard between your legs.

“Don’t call me that.”

You desperately tried to shift away from the pressure he forced on your clit, whining gently.

“Teddy,” you corrected, “Teddy please. Need you.”

The boys ego exploded at your words. Your boyfriend didn’t have you saying things like that, he was certain. Only he made you feel like that. Only he would ever make you feel like that.

Theo let his thumb replace his thigh between your legs, rubbing back and forth. Almost desperate to get away from the growing tightness below your stomach, you shifted your hips back and forth for relief. Feelings were too close and warm—sparks seemed to tense the muscles of your limbs over and over as Theo worked you meticulously.

“Cmon now, doing so good,” he said. His voice was raw with lust and admiration as he watched your face crumple.

“Teddy Teddy Teddy Teddy,” you were saying. Name a ceaseless prayer from your lips, body strung out he kissed you hard. That was all it took; your orgasm broke through you, bringing tears and pitiful moans. You clutched at the boys shoulders, breaths heaving through you.

“Teddy.”

A whisper this time, onto the fair skin of his neck. He held your limp body gently in his big hands. You started to shiver, but urged your trembling fingers to find his belt.

“Wanna feel you,” you said. But your hand was pushed away.

“Isn’t that what you have a boyfriend for, amore?”

And just like that he brushed past you, not sparing a backwards glance as he left the bathroom.

You didn’t move for a second, orgasm-fuzzy brain trying to process what had just happened.

Theo had left you. Theo had left you here after making you cum on his fingers.

You felt cold all of a sudden. Cold and dirty, you realized, as you tugged your underwear back into place. It was still damp—because of Theo, because of the way he mocked you and rolled his fingers in you.

Tears were quick to gather in your eyes. Fuck Theo and his stupid comments and his stupid, stupid eyes for leaving you here.

Fuck Theo for making you feel like this—like something to be used and mocked and discarded.

As you wiped fiercely at the hot tears tracking your cheek you promised yourself no more of the brooding Slytherin.

No more Theodore Nott.

#theodore nott #theodore nott smut #theo nott #Theo nott smut #Theo nott x reader #Theodore nott x reader #slytherin fic #Theo nott fic #bigkeepup

[ssaalexblake]

my plan to do episode gifsets of 13′s eps starting from the beginning has gone well already, bc i have so many caps of spyfall part 2 i’m gonna have to start with that one. 

#dw shit #i've already done flux #idk Why i want to do this i actually hate it but i Want to like it and it leads me astray #but yeah i'm gonna have to do this one and then delete most of the caps to have room for the other eps #amazing.