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femslashhistorian · 1 year

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I posted 2,704 times in 2022

That's 459 more posts than 2021!

53 posts created (2%)

2,651 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@femslashrevolution

@inkedroplets

@fanficmemes

@crazyfanficbish

@fandomkaleidoscope

I tagged 2,656 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#fan art - 830 posts

#supercorp - 597 posts

#supercorp fic rec - 396 posts

#pitch perfect femslash fic rec - 320 posts

#bechloe - 286 posts

#fanfiction - 286 posts

#fanfic rec - 282 posts

#other femslash fic rec - 136 posts

#korrasami - 132 posts

#supergirl femslash fic rec - 123 posts

Longest Tag: 50 characters

#abigail bellweather x tally craven x raelle collar

My Top Posts in 2022:

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NCIS: Hawai'i but it’s only Lucy Tara/Kate Whistler (Kacy)

Watched the whole playlist on YouTube and really enjoyed it. They are a cute ship.

And here is a link to the #Kacy (Kate / Lucy) supercut/playlist:

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6cOmV2NfEE9nMSP8fFegM0ILG91iPFol

I’ve started to look for fic on AO3 and yay, there is a good amount for a relatively new show/ship.

21 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

Supergirl Femslash Ships & Fics Retrospective 3: Astra/x

Welcome back to the Supergirl (TV 2015) femslash ships & fics retrospective. This is the first part in which we focus on femslash ships of a particular character and a selection of fics and fic recs. In part 3 we focus on Astra In-Ze and her ships.

Table of contents

a) A quick introduction to Astra

b) Astra's ships overview

c) Alex/Astra fic recs

d) Alex/Astra/Maggie fic recs

e) Astra/Maggie fic recs

Series Overview: Supergirl Femslash Ships & Fics Retrospective

Part 1: Introduction, the TV show [tumblr [WordP]

Part 2a: List of F/F Ships [tumbl] [WordP]

Part 2b: List of Polyamorous Ships [tumbl] [WordP]

Part 3: Astra/x [tumbl] [WordP]

Part 4: Andrea/x [tumbl] [WordPress]

(links to be added once the parts are done)

a) A quick introduction to Astra

Astra In-Ze was a Kryptonian general, the twin sister of Kara's mother Alura and thus Kara's aunt. She was put in prison for eco terrorism and together with the other inmates of in Fort Rozz was one of the few survivors of Krypton's destruction. As a Kryptonian on Earth she has similar powers and weaknesses as Supergirl.

On the show Astra only appears in season 1, in which the was one of the main antagonists. Astra is an original character created for the show, who did not appear in DC comics before.

Astra was a fascinating character and one of the highlights of season 1. It was sad that Astra never got a redemption arc, but considering the quality of the show's writing, it is hard to imagine that it would have been satisfying anyway. Aw well, this is what fanfiction is for, and there are indeed several fics with redemption arcs for Astra.

b) Astra's ships overview

Astra/Alex Danvers (GeneralDanvers)

This was the first pair I shipped in Supergirl and the one that made me fall in love with the show and the fandom.

When I watched the first scene Alex and Astra had together I thought wow, this is kinda gay and a lot of subtest. I wonder if they will ever do anything with it. Of course, they didn't.

But looking at AO3, I realized that I was by far not the only one who saw the potential for this ship. Unsurprising considering the source material, there is a lot of potential for angsty and darker fics, but there are also a few lighter AUs.

Link to AO3 relationship tag: Astra/Alex Danvers

Astra/Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer (General Sanvers)

If you shipped Alex/Astra and were open for/to polyamorous relationships, this was the natural progression to combine Astra with Alex's season 2 canon relationship. Not the rarest ship but pretty rare.

Link to AO3 relationship tag: Astra/Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer

Astra/Maggie Sawyer

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22 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

Scrolling Through Lists of Possible Loves by Netgirl_y2k

Summary: Corporations, rather than kings, make matches.

Great Sansa Stark/Margaery Tyrell (Sansaery) fic

Sansa gets tested on her 18th birthday. She is matched with Margaery but is in denial that she might be gay.

I loved this soulmate take. They don't just meet and fall in love, but eventually there is a happy ending. Highly recommended.

26 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

Supergirl Femslash Ships & Fics Retrospective 4: Andrea/x

In part 4 of the Supergirl (TV 2015) femslash ships & fics retrospective we focus on Andrea Rojas, her femslash ships and a selection of fics and fic recs.

Table of contents

a) A quick introduction to Andrea

b) Andrea's ships overview

c) Lena Luthor/Andrea Rojas fic recs

d) Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor/Andrea Rojas fic recs

e) Kara Danvers/Andrea Rojas fic recs

f) Samantha "Sam" Arias/Andrea Rojas fic recs

g) Samantha "Sam" Arias/Lena Luthor/Andrea Rojas fic recs

Series Overview

Supergirl Femslash Ships & Fics Retrospective

Part 1: Introduction, the TV show [tumbl] [WordP]

Part 2a: List of F/F Ships [tumbl] [WordP]

Part 2b: List of Polyamorous Ships [tumbl] [WordP]

Part 3: Astra/x [tumbl] [WordP]

Part 4: Andrea/x (this part)

...

(links to be added once the parts are done)

a) A quick introduction to Andrea

Andrea Rojas joined Supergirl in Season 5, when (a heartbroken) Lean, who felt betrayed by Kara, sold CatCo Media on to her friend Andrea, who is also the CEO of Obsidian Tech.

Andrea has a secret identity and powers as Acrata and appeared in several DC comics and shows before, but her backstory and character were heavily tweaked for the Supergirl TV show.

To be hones I did not watch enough of Season 5 to really understand the plot and background around Leviathan and the medallion that is linked to Andrea's powers (and from what I have seen of the show this might not have made all that much sense away...) What is important to know (and is often referenced in fic) is that to get the medallion, Andrea needed to betray Lena (and break her heart).

While at first it seemed that Andrea was just another shitty boss for Kara at CatCo, she turned out to be a fascinating character with a lot of shipping potential.

I read somewhere that Andre was so high maintenance that she might as well be a Maserati and obviously this is the car she drives in several of the stories.

b) Andrea's ships overview

Lena Luthor/Andrea Rojas (RojasCorp)

In canon Lena and Andrea are former best friends but many fans interpret their history as ex-lovers. Andrea and Lena definitely have history (some of which is explored in the show) and a lot of chemistry. While shipping Andrea with Lena an obvious shipping choice, this is a relatively rare pair, especially considering that there are few long fics and in a large part of the fics in the AO3 ship tag RojasCorp is not the actual or main ship.

Link to AO3 relationship tag: Lena Luthor/Andrea Rojas

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33 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

International Fanworks Day 2022 - Classic Fic Recs

In case you have not seen this.

“On February 13th, 2022, AO3 made a news posts encouraging users to post their recommendations of "classic" fics, while acknowledging the definition of classic may vary from user-to-user. These were the fics recommended that day in the comment section.”

This is an excellent collection on AO3 that includes a many brilliant femslash fics: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/IFDRecs

Many fandoms, including (there are more).

Harry Potter

Marvel Cinematic Universe

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)

Warehouse 13

Pitch Perfect (Movies)

The Owl House (Cartoon)

The Old Guard (Movie 2020)

Supergirl (TV 2015)

Note on the number of works / filters:

There are 74 to 129 F/F fic in the collection.

If you just set the include filter to F/F you get 129, but this includes some fics in which the F/F ship is the background/side ship to a main ship which is M/M or M/F.

If you set the filters to include F/F and exclude M/M and M/F the number is 74 (but this might exclude fics in which the main ship is F/F ...)

This has bigger impact in some fandoms (such as Harry Potter) and less in others.

Here is a link with the filters to get the narrow F/F selection.

64 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

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killmemrghostface · 3 years

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Last Breath. The Ghostface Story.

Part 2/? ongoing

Pairings: Ghostface x female original character

Word count: 2,340

Warning: smut (18+), violence, blood kink, gore, suicide, knife kink. (Not just for this part, but for the whole book.)

A/N: Thank you so much for the positive feedback on the first part of my story! Here is part 2, a much longer, dirtier chapter. (This is unedited, if there are spelling/grammar errors please bare with me) If you enjoy please like/share/follow! :) Enjoy :)

"Ghostface." She whispers.

He groans lightly. "I like the way you say my name." He steps forwards into her, causing her to naturally step backwards. Still holding onto her arm, he kicks the knife she had dropped out of the way, but most importantly out of her reach.

Ghostface forcefully pushes Arabella onto her back, her elbows making impact with the ground as she holds her self up slightly, trying to crawl away from him. "You know, technology is crazy." He begins speaking to her. "I was prepared to have to use a voice moderator, you know the one. Little box thing, very inconvenient when trying to chase and slash up a victim." He stood in front of her, playing with a knife in his hands. Ara couldn't take her eyes off him. She was terrified, yet so excited. What the fuck is happening.

"This mask, this costume actually, is so practical. It moderates my voice automatically." She can't see his face, but she could tell he would be smiling wickedly right now. Something about the tone of his voice makes him sound proud.

Arabella didn't say anything. Her chest was heaving, moving up and down rapidly as she kept eye contact with the ghoulish mask.

He suddenly bends down in front of her, the knife now inches away from her face, but she doesn't flinch. "You brave little thing. I would've thought you'd be a bit more hassle than this." She swallows a lump in her throat as he speaks to her. She can almost feel his hot breath on her face.

"You're not going to kill me. You're here to scare me." Arabella's voice sounds steadier than expected. She sits up, inching herself closer to the knife. He doesn't respond, just keeps the knife right there, against her neck now. "I mean, that's what you do. No? You scare the victims first. I go to the police, create attraction, you get media coverage, the police don't do their job properly and then I die." Her confidence at a high right now and he notices. God, she's so beautiful. His dark mind lets him think about her in that way, for a split second.

A low chuckle escapes from the mask as she narrows her eyes. "You think you have me all figured out, huh?" The moderated voice sends shivers down her spine, but she can't help but feel excitement in her core. "Well, sweetheart. That's not what I did with Kaci Simmons." His confession makes her heart race again as terror takes over her body. "Kaci? That was Kaci? On the news? You sick fuck!" She screams, backing away from him. Her eyes begin filling with tears, blurring her vision ever so slightly.

Ghostface stands back up, kicking her in the chest to push her back down. His heavy boot remains on her chest, putting pressure on her delicate body. She grabs hold of his ankle, but he doesn't budge.

He hovers over her defeated body. Her head fallen to the side, unable to look at him, as single tears escape her sore eyes. Her jumper had scrunched up in the process and she didn't even realise her thighs and black underwear, were on show.

He killed her classmate, her friend. An innocent girl. Gutted and hung.

Ghostface scans her body, taking her in. He loves hearing her breath shake every time he adds more pressure to her chest. Her thighs look delicious in this light. He thought to himself.

Arabella suddenly felt the pressure lift off from her chest, making her head turn to look at him. He was bent back down, by her thighs, his gloved hand making contact with her waist. The contact of the leather against her skin makes her jolt, causing him to hold her down firmly. She realises she's practically half naked in front of the serial killer, instantly attempts to cover herself with the jumper, but is stopped by same gloved hand. She pauses for a moment, staring at the masked killer.

She feels sick, nauseous almost, but there is something about the way he's handling her, the way he's speaking to her, it makes her want to experience more. He murdered her friend and much to her physical response, she wants more.

Before she gets the chance to let go of her jumper, she's met again with the deep voice. "Let me." His tone almost needy, yet demanding. "Unless you'd rather I kill you now instead." With that, she lets go of the jumper. Almost embarrassed at how wet she's getting after his every word.

"That's a good girl." He almost growled, carefully dragging the knife along her thigh. Fuck. What is he doing to me? Am I this fucked up? Indulging so much in her thoughts and the feeling of the cold blade leaving small traces on her thigh, a small moan breaks free from her lips.

He notices. Of course he does. That small, innocent moan causes the bulge under his costume to grow harder. Fuck. The things I want to do to her right now. He knows he has to control himself. He has bigger plans for her.

The knife makes its way up to her heat, cutting through the thin black band of her underwear. Ripping the black fabric away, he notices the glistening stain on them, resulting in a deep moan from Ghostface himself. Shoving the underwear into his pockets, he lifts the jumper higher, revealing Arabella completely to him.

Her mind is fuzzy. Isn't she meant to be terrified? A serial killer is staring at her bare pussy, knife in hand, yet her body's reaction is saying otherwise. She could feel herself dripping. Maybe indulging in this feeling wouldn't be the worst thing? If he's going to kill her anyway, she might as well get an orgasm out of it.

With that, her hand moved under the jumper, caressing her breast, teasing her hard nipples. Another moan left her lips as she closed her eyes.

"Fuck. Look at you. Completely soaked for me. Should we do something about that?" His voice causing waves of pleasure to travel throughout Arabella's body. Her lazy eyes peered at him as she continued to fondle her breast, a breathless 'Mhm' managed to get passed her lip she was biting on. "Answer me." He said aggressively, putting pressure on her thigh with the knife. Is he going to draw blood? She isn't too sure. "Yes Ghostface. Touch me. Please." Ara begged.

She suddenly winced in pain as she felt the knife pierce her thigh, the sensation of blood trickling down almost tickled. "You bleed so pretty." He said in a dark tone. Cleaning the blood off the blade with his glove. Her panting became more heavy as her thigh stung in pain, yet it was all so arousing. She watched him, watch her, pinching on her nipples, panting from pain and pleasure.

He's never seen anything hotter. This whole scene spread in front of him, was his dream. His ideal fantasy and she made it come true.

He pulled the glove off his hand, showing skin for the first time this evening. Her eyes focused on his fingers, anticipating what he may do next. He brought his hand up to her face. Using his other hand, he encourages her mouth to open, only for his fingers to find their way into her warm mouth. She began sucking on them, with no hesitation. Ara hears a moderated moan slip from the mask, causing her to moan in return. "You pretty thing." He said, almost sounding breathless, she noticed.

His fingers abruptly left her mouth and without letting her comprehend what was happening next, his fingers entered her roughly, pumping into her with no warning. Loud moans filled the room, with low grunts from the masked killer.

"You're so fucking tight." He pumped into her faster. His other, still gloved hand wrapped around her throat as he hovered above her quivering body. Her lips perfectly plump, red from how hard she's been biting on them. I wish I could make her lip bleed. His thoughts carrying him away. He was mesmerised by how she's reacting to him.

"F-fuck..." Ara began moaning, but was interrupted when his fingers left her soaked pussy and grabbed the knife used earlier to slice her thigh. "Keep quiet or I'll be tempted to see what your insides look like." The evil in his tone made her feel crazy, like this was a fever dream.

As she begins wrapping her head around what was happening, a cold, smooth sensation entered her warm cunt, filling her up.

"Aah, sh-shit. What-" Unable to express the pleasure she's feeling, she looked down at Ghostface, holding the blade end of the knife in his gloved hand, twisting the handle of the knife around, buried deep inside her.

Her eyes widened as the foreign object was forced into her, the pleasure increasing with every small movement.

He's watching her closely, she can't see his face, or make out his expression, but if she could see the lust in his eyes as he watched her tight cunt wrap around his knife handle, the way her juices flowed over the black object. His hand picked up the pace, her moans filing the once silent house. Fucking exquisite.. How will I ever get enough? He thrust the knife faster, harder.

Arabella lays there on the once hated rough, cold floor, spread wide open for the serial killer that murdered her friend. Her mind doesn't care and she can't control herself. She begins to feel her core tighten. Fuck, he makes me feel good. Imagine what he could do with- No. Don't get carried away. Enjoy this moment, before you die.

"G-ghostface... I'm close." She finally flickers her blue eyes towards him, glancing at the hand working its magic, she becomes aware of blood trickling down the blade. He's pushing the blade so hard, he's cutting into his gloved hand.

He's cutting himself, to pleasure her.

With that, she feels even closer to the edge as she moans his name over and over.

A heavy groan came from the masked killer as he pulled the blade out of her before she could come any closer. Her hand quickly made its way towards her clit, her fingers creating small circular motions to finish herself off.

Before she could begin again, her hand is swatted away, a blood smear left across it. "Did I say you could do that?" His voice low, puffing. "Don't make me cut those pretty hands off." A small hint of humour in his tone, but she'd rather not push her luck.

"But I didn't.. I didn't finish." She whined. Ghostface began standing up from the floor, removing his ruined glove from the bloody hand. "Look what you did to me sweetheart." Facing the bloody hand towards her, she scanned the cut quickly before looking back at him. "I didn't come." She said sternly. He offered her his other hand to pull her up, she grabbed it harshly as he easily assisted her. Her jumper now back down to wear it's supposed to be, but her thighs feel clammy, wet. Her clit still pulsing from lack of touch.

"What is your problem? Is this how you get off? Fucking listen-" She didn't finish her sentence as he pinned her up against the the wall, his bloody palm making straight contact with the ivory wall.

"No, you listen. You little brat!" His moderated voice shouting at her, knocking her confidence down several pegs. "You thought I'd spare your life and give you an orgasm? Who do you think you are?" The knife making another appearance near her neck, but this time she was afraid. He could easily slit her throat right now.

"Arabella, is it? Listen carefully." Ara swallowed a lump in her throat as he spoke into her ear.

"I don't want to kill you, but god help me find the strength to stop myself. I want to gut you open, just like little Kaci and I could hang you from your cute patio. Oh you'd look so pretty hanging from that patio." Tears filled her eyes as horrifying images flashed in her mind.

What was I thinking? That he found me special, would spare me, reveal his identity and we would start our tragic love story together?

"Please..." Terrified Arabella manages to choke out. "Aw. Just earlier you were begging me to touch you and now you want me to leave?" Disgusted with herself she attempts to move her face away from him, yet he forcefully makes her look directly at the horrifying mask. For a moment there's a pause and she's unsure whether he's going to kill her or fuck her.

"Get cleaned up. You're a mess." He says bluntly. "I'm sad I didn't get to hear that pretty mouth of yours scream... maybe next time." He trailed his sentence on, before stepping backwards and leaving out the door.

Just like that. Arabella was alone again, backed against the chilly wall, a bloody smear imprinted over it.

The small drops of blood left on the wooden floor, make her mind shoot back to moments ago. She couldn't think about them too long, afraid of indulging in the memories this early on.

She notices something else, on the floor by the wall. The bloody glove. Did he leave that here on purpose? For her? Her instinct is to smell it and as she does, she catches a whiff of peppermint, subtly mixed with the blood.

As she's taking in the scent of the killer that just pleasured her, a frosty sensation remains down her spine, as she realises he'll be back.

#scream movie #scream #scream fanfiction #scream 1996 #ghostface #ghostface x female #ghostface fanfic #ghostface book #ghostface smut #smut #scream smut #the ghostface #ghostface fanfiction #horror fanfiction #fanfic #sidney prescott #billy loomis #stu macher

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littlesolo · 2 years

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Little Kacy things I've noticed - 1x06... Continued

Okay, I am stalling on writing. I'm hoping to have the next two chapters of Ambition up before the new episode. Nearly done on Jealous Lucy, and have Kate and Lucy's first night together almost done too (it turned smutty). My biggest problem is trying to decide which one to focus on since I want them all magically done. Um, which do you wanna see first??? That might help...

So, I'm stalling for a moment and adding these two little bits from 1x06.

When Kate arrives in the parking lot, she's looking for her keys. Lucy doesn't say anything though, just stands there waiting for her... in an empty parking lot at night. That normally doesn't usually play out well in police procedural. It was either one of two things... maybe both? Kate's special agent sense was how she knew someone else was there even though she was doing something else. OR, she can simply sense Lucy. Thinking about it, I believe both.

Kate being open and honest about being the bad cop. She's used to people not liking her, not being happy to see her, and she just told Lucy how she's lucky with her team. Here though, she's sort of deflated. Being used to it doesn't make it easier. That heavy sigh. Feeling bad for Kate here! She needs a hug and a drink. Lucy knows what to say though. Calls Kate amazing, which she is, but probably needs to actually hear it more than once in a blue moon, you know? Then there's a drink offer, meaning that Kate at least has Lucy, and a kiss. Kisses always improve things.

Oh! Tori Anderson turns 33 today!!! Happy birthday Tori!!!

#kate x lucy #kacy #rewatching kacy scenes #kate whistler #lucy tara #tori anderson #writing update #which fic do you wanna see first???#many stories going at once #ncis hawaii

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kaciexkingsley · 3 years

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open starter - @srphq-starters location - salem willows boardwalk

“Don’t look at me like that!” Kacie huffed and averted her eyes momentarily as the pair walked along the boardwalk. “I could totally break the rules, I just choose not to. There’s plenty of shit in life that is messed up so I simply decide not to be someone who intentionally does things wrong.” Not that she was perfect by any means or had never done anything wild but Kacie Kingsley had a family name to think about now that she was back home in Salem these last five years and the reckless streak she’d grown in New York had to stay there. “I could do something bad...what you think I can’t? Fine. What do you wanna do then?”

#srphqstart #open starter #assume connections she's a local #been here all her life minus 4 years for college

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damn-stark · 4 years

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Crossed Stars Ch.8

Star Wars x Marvel

A/N- I know that after the time jump, Steve mentions his girl Peggy, but for angst reasons he will not do so in this series....anyway I hoped you all liked it!! I love how this chapter turned out, so let me know y’all thought!!

Warning- ANGST, slight swearing, LOONG CHAPTER

Pairing- Poe Dameron x reader, Steve Rogers x reader

Takes place during- The beginning Endgame!

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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(5 YEARS LATER)

“You did the hardest part. You took the jump. You didn’t know where you were going to come down.” Steve turned to you, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips while he grabbed your hand to interlace it with his own to continue what he was saying to the group.

“For my girlfriend and I it was hard. For the both us, but we both learned to take those baby steps forward, together and alone.” You look to the group and share a quick nod in agreement to Steve’s words, sharing your own in a soft and understanding way.

“And that’s it, that’s those little brave baby steps we gotta take to try and become whole again, try and find purpose.” You look to Steve and give him his turn to speak, said man’s gaze fixated on the floor for a moment of hesitation before he recovered and spoke.

“I went in the ice in ‘45 right after I...lost my best friend. Woke up seventy years later,” their was a brief pause in his sentence, shrugging before he continued, “you gotta move on. Gotta move on.”

It was hard to miss the hesitation in his voice. Maybe as someone who didn’t know him personally it was just an encouraging choice of words, but for you, after dating him for four years (almost 5) you could hear. And maybe, perhaps after five years of working so hard to do that, to feel as if these groups or just self work and growth worked, part of you still didn’t move on. Their was always going to be a part of you that was never going to move on from that grief.

Who would? Watching the people you loved disappear before your eyes would haunt anyone.

The positive thing that you did feel was that Steve was there to help, he was always there to help and he did help you somewhat move on. Their was some small part of you that did think you could move on with him. Maybe even become something more significant. But their was also part of you that couldn’t move on from...Poe. Especially as of late. With those stupid feelings resurfacing. Stupid.

“The world is in our hands, it’s left to us guys. And we gotta do something with it.” A tear manages to roll down your cheek at the sound of Steve’s words, said man noticing and giving your hand a comforting squeeze as he continued. “Otherwise...Thanos should’ve killed all of us.”

—

“How was today?” Steve asks as he stops the car in front of the compound.

You place a strand of hair behind your ear and give him a small nod, “very motivational. Like always. You’ve just gotta a way with words.” You giggle, placing your hand behind his neck to rub small circles at the sides, “I loved it. Really. You coming in today?”

Steve nods his head in agreement and unbuckled his seatbelt all the while, “yeah I’m going to say hi to Natasha, it’s been a while since I’ve seen her.”

“How about we go out and eat to those sandwiches you both like. We can invite Poe too?” You suggest with a more excited grin.

“Sure sounds like a plan.” He moves forward and presses a soft kiss on your lips, staying close to say, “thank you for coming today. It really means a lot that you do.”

“We’re both doing this together.” You caress his cheek before pulling back to exit the car at the same time he did, “Natasha should be in the office, you ask her and I’ll ask Dameron.” Before you could even hear his answer you walk into the compound, immediately being welcomed by Artoo. “Your favorite person has returned rust bucket.”

Artoo responds with the same sass, making your eyes roll in a lighthearted way before rubbing the top of his head and asking him a question, “is Poe around?” The droid beeps in agreement before he gave away the pilots location, letting you rush upstairs to find his room with the door cracked open.

You lightly knock and wait for him to answer or come to the door. After a couple of minutes of waiting you sigh and knock again, causing Artoo to beep at you encouraging you inside without an answer. Something you quickly denied, “he could be...indecent in there, I don’t know, maybe he has his...friend there.” Artoo sass’s you in return, all something you now ignored. What was the point to argue with that droid, you would go nowhere.

Again and trying one last time you knock, but this time the door swings open revealing the curly headed pilot, a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes plastered on his face. “Hi, you back already? I thought you would be out longer.” He leans his shoulder on his doors frame to try and cover whatever or whoever was inside. A gesture you found quite weird, something that also made you notice his quick and heavy breaths.

Ignoring that you shrug and answer his question, “nope, Steve brought me home earlier today.” You clasp your hands together and briefly glance to the ground, now noticing that this is the longest he has stayed in the same room, or same space in the past couple of days.

Actions that started after your lunch together, where completely out of nowhere his behavior changed to what it was a month ago. Weird and distant. Maybe it was his friend Kacy or maybe he realized something more like you had after that stupid double date....who knows? He never told you anything anymore.

“You busy?”

Poe scratched the bag of his head while his smile faltered and he began to stammer. “I..uh...I”

“If you are it’s okay.”

“No I’m not....Whats up?” He stayed glued to the doorframe, moving to block your peripheral view when he noticed you try and peek inside.

“You’re acting weird Dameron...you sure you’re not busy?” You probe again.

He chuckles nervously, “no no I’m not. What’s up?”

BB8 rolls up behind him, his little head peeking behind at the side of his leg, a series of happy chirps at the sight of Artoo and you, all before he urged you inside. “At least someone here has manners.” You taunt pushing beside Dameron to just get stopped by said man as he grabbed your elbow.

“Hey, wait,” he paused for a long moment, his eyes locking on yours, just making your heart begin to beat wildly in your chest and stay glued to the same spot without urging him to move away. Almost feeling like your limbs were frozen, only letting your eyes follow his line of sight go to your hand for a quick moment, not knowing you had caught on, “I—you know what forget it, it’s nothing.”

He let your arm go and tried to have your conversation in that spot, still stubbornly refusing you to go in until BB8 once again urged you inside “are you guys hiding something? Or what’s up? You guys are being weird.” This time you successfully got past Poe and walked inside his room, noticing how blank it was—his walls weren’t filled before but he had some stuff pinned, like pictures, or he had his guitar case leaning in a corner, jackets or shirts thrown on his chair, and a little space for BB8. But now he had nothing, not even clothes hung inside his closet.

“You remodeling or something?” You asked nervously.

Poe sighed deeply, whispering something under his breath you didn’t catch. His hands running through his curls before he dropped them at his side, his lips parting to explain but getting cut off when you noticed an envelope with your name on it.

“Y/N, wait.”

You smirk and take the envelope, waving it to taunt him, “you write me your deepest darkest secret?” Poe tries to snatch the envelop, but you’re quick and swerve his action.

“Don’t y/n. Please don’t.”

Carefully you swipe your finger under the flap to tear it open, slowly poking your fingers inside to pull out what seemed to be a letter, a deep and shaky exhale heard from him before he tried to once again snatch the letter but coming out unsuccessful.

You unfold the letter and grin as you read the top out-loud, “Dear Y/n, I...” Your smile completely drops as your eyes scan the next few words, tears already brimming your eyes, making Poe curse under his breath and try and take the letter one last time, but it turning out as before, with you moving out of the way and read said letter to yourself instead.

Dear y/n,

I didn’t want to say goodbye like this or at all actually, but it’s time I do. After five years of watching you better yourself and be in a happy relationship with Steve I can’t stay anymore. You just don’t need me and I’m okay with that, you’re okay with that. You’re happy and that makes me happy, and yes it’s true I wish we would have been something more. I’ve been wanting that for years, but you know I’m willingly to give that up because you’re happy, because I’d rather let you go than lose you.

I love you and if you’re happy with someone else then what can I do? I hope you have the life you always wanted, I hope you stay happy forever because you deserve nothing less. And I would write more. A lot more, but I’m afraid if I do this would be too long so I’m okay with writing this. Anyhow I know you’ll understand my choice to leave and I hope you’re not mad because of it. I’ll always be a fly away, or a call away. I love you. You’ll always have a special place in my heart.

Goodbye sweetheart.

Poe

Tears land on the shaking paper in your hand, pulling your eyes up to meet Poe’s apologetic look, his hands already going to grab your own before you pulled away and continued to glare at him. Your mind trying to come up with one single response, something so hard with millions things coming up, all things you wanted to say.

“Y/N—”

“You’re leaving?” You tried to disguise your voice to make it sound angry but it came out hurt with a soft crack as tears you couldn’t control fell, “you were going to leave without an explanation? You were going to leave while I was gone?!”

Poe moved forward, his hands trying to cup your cheeks or grab your shoulders, actions that got rejected as you kept moving back away from him.

“It’s time for me to go home.” He whispered to the floor, blinking up to you when you didn’t answer right away. “Y/N did you hear me?”

“I thought you said I-I was your home?” You’re unable to meet his gaze, unable to keep your voice from sounding hurt and betrayed.

“You are,” he swallowed thickly his own eyes pooling with tears, “but I can’t stay anymore. You’re going to start a life with Steve and I can’t be here to watch that.”

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed together, this time the anger you were beginning to feel burning hotter inside you and making you take big step forward, “who said that? What?”

“It’s time for me to move on...even if it’s without you.” Poe continued.

“But..” their was too many emotions running through you, many things you needed and wanted to say, all of it just getting lost the moment you wanted to speak up, all of it just feeding your anger. “You know what, leave see if I care.” You follow by balling the letter in your hand and shoving it in his own, “and keep your stupid letter. I don’t care for it.” Without another word and in blinding anger you push him back and try to storm away, but you should’ve known that it was impossible to get the last word with Poe.

“Please don’t say that,” he tried to grasp your arm, but you quickened your pace, trying to slam his door only for him to catch it and push it back, his mission to explain himself deeper not dropping, “y/n please don’t let it end like this. Come on.”

You twirl around and point your finger at him, trying to sound angry and determined but every word coming out the opposite of the demeanor you tried to feign, “leave! that’s what you want to do, just do it, I don’t care!”

“Y/n,” Poe pleaded, “just understand that—” his words were cut off at the sight of Steve and Natasha coming to view, both looking to have some sense of hope, almost excited—the opposite of what either Poe or you felt.

“Uhh..” Steve looked akwardly between Poe and you, wondering what he had walked into, but not daring to ask—atleast not at that instant. “Y/n, Poe we have some news,” Steve spoke up with uncertainty.

“What about?” You turn to face him, but avoid looking at either avenger in the face. Hiding the fact that you had been crying.

Natasha shared a questioning glance with Steve, neither of them asking what had gone on and instead letting Natasha answer for Steve, “A friend just came. He says that their might be a way to bring everyone back.”

—

Traveling through time? What the hell.

The more they explained it the more confused you were. It sounded ridiculous and unreal, not only that but it was meant to be a sense of hope, a new solution after five years. You couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it.

“I don’t know if I can do this again Steve,” You sigh looking up at him with a watery gaze, “I’ve....” You hesitate to say your next words, but do so even if it felt wrong saying them, “...moved on. And if it doesn’t work I don’t know what I will do.”

Steve understood your hesitation, he felt it to but he had more hope than you did, he believed their could be a way...he needed to believe that.

“I know,” he tried assure you, “I know but it’s a second chance. What if it doesn’t work? We have to have hope.”

You shook your head in denial, “that’s what we said last time and look how that turned out.”

Steve wiped the tear from your cheek and then grabbed your hands in his, “one last time. After this we’re done, I promise.”

“Steve.” You cry.

“One last run. If it works you’ll get your family back, we’re doing this for them.” He gently pulls you in for a hug, one hand around your shoulders and one hand on the back of your head to pull you in closer. “One last time.”

Even if part of yourself didn’t believe it was going to work, their was still a small voice in your head, a small light that had always held hope for a solution to bring everyone back. And you gripped onto that small hope as hard as you could, for a what if. But if didn’t work you don’t know what you would do.

“Fine...one last time.” You whisper before pulling away, “before we leave I’m going to talk to Dameron.” without waiting for a response you walked off to talk to said pilot. Even if the thought of him made your blood boil—it shouldn’t, him deciding to leave shouldn’t anger you as it did, but their might be small, super tiny chance it might be because of those stupid feelings that resurfaced...or more like never left.

When Poe hears you walk into the living area he lifts his head and watches you walk towards him, his eyes lighting up with hope thinking that you were here to talk about something else rather than what you actually brought up.

“Are you going to help? Or are you still leaving?” You couldn’t even look at him while you talked, the emotions, the letter you read before still fresh in your head. All of it just increasing your anger tenfold. “Because if you are I’m leaving in a couple minutes. I mean if you’re still planning to leave while I’m gone.” You remarked.

Poe sighed and chose to ignore your comment, “I’m staying to help, but just know that if it doesn’t or does work I’m leaving regardless.”

You nod as you bite the inside of your cheek, “yeah I figured.”

“Y/N if you have something more to say about me leaving or....a reason why I shouldn’t leave then tell me.” His words were quiet but they held emotion in each word, a sense of hope for one truth, a revelation.

Stopping by the door, you look to the ground, ignoring his question and commenting something else in a expressionless manner, “We’re going with Steve and Natasha’s friend for help, you can come if you want or you can wait for us to return.”

“I’ll wait.”

You wanted to look back but you had to force yourself not to, to just walk off to meet up with Steve instead.

—

“No, we know how it sounds like.” Scott stammered while he took the cup Tony offered him.

“Tony, after everything you’ve seen is anything really impossible?” Steve tried to explain to his long time friend. A friend you knew wasn’t going to follow with your plan. You didn’t need to know him to know that. But it was understandable, he didn’t want to risk the life he now had.

Yet...you hoped he would help.

“Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck scale, which then triggers the Deutsch proposition. Can we agree on that?” Tony explained, all he said coming through one ear and exiting out of the other. Not because you were choosing to ignore him, but because you simply didn’t have a clue what the hell he was saying.

But through your confusion you took the drink he offered and expressed a soft, “thank you.” Before your ears perked up as he spoke to you.

“You’re letting him do this?” Tony questioned whilst pointing to Steve.

“I’m barely doing this.” You shrugged.

Tony then turned his attention back to the group, “In Layman’s terms, it means you’re not coming home.”

“I did.” Scott pointed out.

“No.” Tony interjected with a sigh, “you accidentally survived, its a billion-to-one cosmic fluke. And now you want to pull a...what do you call it?”

For a couple seconds Scott thought of his answer, a faint amused smile playing at his lips; “a time heist?”

“Yeah, a time heist. Of course. Why didn’t we think of this before? Oh, because it was laughable. Because it’s a pipedream.”

“The stones are in the past.” Steve added, “we could go back to get them.”

Natasha then followed Steve’s comment to add her own, “We could snap our fingers. We can bring everyone back.”

We hoped. Their was no guarantee. Or like Tony just said we could, “screw it up worse than he already has”

In some way you wanted to agree with Tony and think that this was wouldn’t work, because you knew nothing good would come out if it didn’t, but you were also trying to look at the bright side. Trying to play off that hope that you once had, that you once carried with joy.

But it was something hard to do, especially after hearing the disappointing answer Tony gave, after you had tuned out part of the conversation they had. “That’s right Scott. I won’t even. I can’t.”

The door creaked open, revealing Tony’s daughter running out to hug him and making anything anyone else was going to say drop at that instant. “Mommy told me to come and save you.”

A small smile broke through your serious demeanor at the sight and sound of the little girls comment. Feeling a slight bit envious at how Tony seemed to have moved on even after the events that happened, at how his life turned out to be. In some ways wishing you had gotten that life too.

“Good job. I’m saved.” Tony stood up and directed his next words to the group, “I wish you were coming here to ask me something else. Anything else. I’m honestly happy to see you guys—Oh and the table is set for seven.”

“Tony.” Steve interrupted, placing his hand on Tony’s arm, “I get it. And I’m happy for you I really am. But this is a second chance.”

“This is my second chance right here, Cap. Can’t roll the dice on it.” Tony turned his gaze away from Steve and turned to the group, “if you don’t talk shop you can stay for lunch.”

—

“Well he’s scared.” You comment while you walk towards the car, “I would be too.”

“He’s not wrong.” Steve agreed.

“Yeah, but, I mean what are we going to do?” Scott stammered. “We need him. What, are we gonna stop?”

“No, I want to do this right.” Steve paused for a moment as he came up with another plan, “we’re gonna need a really big brain.”

“Bigger than his?”

—

“The whole time travel do-over?”

After being distracted by some kids and a unimportant question to the matter at hand, Steve finally got Bruce to answer, even if it was sounding as disappointing as the answer Tony gave.

“Eh, guys, It’s outside my area of expertise.”

“Well, you pulled this off.” Natasha pointed out, “I remember a time when that seemed pretty impossible too.” That was all he needed, that little push from Natasha. Who you knew in the past had a thing for her, and she had a thing for him.

It was a step towards a direction. Right or wrong? Well we were going to have to wait for that answer.

—

“Okay here we go. Time travel test number one.” Bruce announced.

“Time travel? That sounds ridiculous.” You mentioned under your breath, expecting no one to hear but being surprised when the person you didn’t want to talk to did.

“We once thought the force wasn’t real. Not until Rey proved us wrong. This is just like that.”

Poe was and had been trying to talk to you all day, making little comments, standing and staying close, trying to make jokes or ease the stressing situation. Acting as if what happened the day before didn’t actually happen. What a joke. His behavior only upset you more.

“I’m still not talking to you,” You sighed as you, not bothering to hear or look for Poe’s reaction or response. Instead watching Scott turn on his...van thing and watch as Steve returned to join the group, and stand at your side.

“Breakers are set. Emergency generators are on standby.”

“Good, because if we blow the grid, I don’t want lose, uh, tiny here in the 1950s.”

“Excuse me?” Scott exclaimed to Bruce’s comment, one that was hard not laugh to, as bad it actually sounded.

“He’s kidding.” Natasha chuckled, feigning a smile, “you can’t say things like that.”

“Its-its j-j—it was a bad joke.” Bruce stammered before he went to respond something Natasha whispered to him that you couldn’t hear.

“You’re good, Scott.” You showed a thumbs up to try and assure the man, even if you had your own doubts, “just get your helmet on.”

Bruce turned back around to face the machine and Scott to inform him what was planned, “Scott, I’m going to send you back a week. Let you walk around for an hour then bring you back in ten seconds. Make sense.”

“Perfectly not confusing.” Scott remarked.

“Good luck Scott. You got this.” Steve encouraged, making said man smile proudly at the comment.

“You’re right. I do, Captain America.” Seconds later Scott vanished into the machine, letting you look down to your droid.

“Artoo why don’t you stand by the power...just in case something goes wrong.” The droid listened to your command and stood by the power while you continued to watch the machine nervously, waiting for Bruce to pull the lever to bring back....a boy? “What the hell?”

“Uh, guys..this doesn’t feel right.” The boy looked at himself in slight fear and confusion, making you just as confused as he seemed to be.

“Who is that?”

“Hold on.”

“Is that Scott?” Poe questioned, his brows furrowing in utter confusion at the sight.

“Yes, it’s Scott.” The boy that claimed to be Scott vanished into the machine, seconds later an old man taking his place.

“What’s going on?” You wondered.

“Oh, my back!”

“What is this?”

“Can I get a little space.”

Steve and you walked towards Natasha to give what Bruce requested, both of your wondering gazes remaining on the confused old man.

“Can you bring him back?”

The old man disappeared and then came a baby—stars this was going horrible.

“It’s a baby.” Poe pointed out the obvious.

“It’s Scott!” Bruce exclaimed.

“As a baby.”

“He’ll grow.”

“Bring Scott back.” Steve stressed.

“When I say kill the power, kill the power.” Bruce instructed, making you turn to your droid and giving him a count down he understood while waiting for Bruce to say the words, “and...Kill it!” At the sound of the words Artoo did so and the right Scott returned this time, looking just as lost as the other “Scott’s”. The sight and knowledge of this not working making you sigh and a frown to appear on your features.

Quietly and in a upset mood you turned around to walk away from the failed experiment, tears running down your cheeks knowing that you had brought your hopes up for nothing.

“You okay?”

Without having to look back you knew who it was, it was easy to recognize Poe’s voice. And as angry as you were with him, as much as you wanted to tell him to go away you just didn’t have the energy to do so, instead you sat down in nearby seats, dropping your head in your hands to try and collect your thoughts. Moments later feeling Poe’s presence in front of you, making peek through your fingers to see him crouched before you.

“I know how you feel, you know I feel it too.” He spoke softly, a long look displayed on his features. “It’s okay to have hope. Even if it failed it’s okay.”

“How is it okay, Poe? It took me so long to move on the first time.” You sigh, lifting your face to reveal your glossy eyes and tear stained cheeks, “and now with this...I just don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“It’s still not over,” he placed his hand on your cheek, still trying to assure you, even after you had been rude. Not only today but the day before. Maybe he should leave, you didn’t deserve him to stay at your side after how you acted— “we’re still going to try until it works. We’re going to get Chewie, Rey and Finn back. I promise you that we are.”

A soft smile broke through your demeanor before you took his hand in yours to quietly express what had been gnawing at your heart. “Please don’t leave.”

Poe only stroked your knuckles with his thumb, a conflicted look passing through his eyes. And before he could comment anything, the sight of Natasha made him stand up to face her. Said women ignoring what she had seen, keeping the smile she came here with displayed on her lips before also speaking up in a hopeful way.

“It turns out that even after saying no, Tony found a way.” She shared before adding a joke, “a correct way.”

—

Sleep was impossible to get. With your nerves keeping you up, with the overthinking making you your mind replay what Tony announced and explained, thousands of outcomes and thoughts just running into your mind. Mainly the thought of what if it actually didn’t end up working.

It was a high possibility. Even if Tony Stark was supposed to be one of the smartest humans on earth—but you were trying. Keyword trying to think of positive outcomes while working on the machine you were going to use to do said “time travel”, but doing that was also hard.

If it worked it would mean that you would finally reunite with Finn, Chewbacca and Rey. Also with the squadron that you had lost. Thinking of that also made you giddy, it made you smile and often times get you distracted from the assigned work. But that work also kept you busy. It kept everyone busy...well almost everyone.

“You’re drifting left.” Tony told Thor as you both walked past him, the shocked reaction at the sight of the new him still very present on your face. “One side there Lebowski.”

“That’s really Thor?” You whispered to Tony. Said man looked over his shoulder to get another look at his friend, his eyes narrowing before he looked away and responding.

“I think.” Tony then directed his next comment to Rocket, who had been working on the machine like the rest of you and unlike..others. “Ratchet, how’s it going?”

“It’s Rocket.” The little sentient corrected—which you now, during the five years on earth knew that he was actually something called a raccoon...weird. “Take it easy. You’re only a genius on earth pal.”

Tony doesn’t respond, or more like before he could Thor belched loudly behind you. A gross gesture you all chose to ignore.

“You, ball, chrome dome, come help me with this.” Tony commanded to the droids at your side.

“They have names.” Poe remarked from under the machine.

Tony shrugged and looked back to the droids, “sure. Anyway your robots are helpful I’m going to work with them...they’re not for sale are they?”

“No.” You deadpanned before Artoo responded too. His remark harsher than yours.

“Yeah I still can’t understand you.” Tony muttered to artoo, “but I do need your help so come on.” Both droids followed said man and even through their differences, Tony still talked to the both of them as if he had known them for the longest time or as if he understood them. The sight truly making you smile.

Anyhow remembering that Natasha had asked you to get Steve for help, you exited the room you had been in and went to search for him, that actual mission taking you longer than expected—but once you actually found him, he was sitting down in a nearby briefing room, with his back turned to the door. It looked as if he had his head in his hands and that he was contemplating something.

The sight made you quietly open the door and try and go to him and maybe comfort him, but once you tried, you noticed through the reflection of a nearby window that he wasn’t actually doing that or actually had his head in his hands; It also didn’t seem that he had heard you walk in. Regardless when really saw what he was doing you were left speechless, not knowing what to actually think.

Steve wasn’t doing anything bad to make you storm out of the room, but seeing him look—admire a small picture of a strange (at least to you) yet very pretty women on the compass in his hand left you quiet. It was hard to not notice the look he had displayed on his features, even if it was a picture—you had only seen that look a million times before on other people, felt it on yourself multiple times before when looking at...someone else.

And maybe you should’ve made your presence known to Steve, but for some reason you chose not to and instead walked out as you had entered. Quietly and without being seen—the emotions you felt exactly upon seeing that were still very unknown to you, it kept your mind restless though, with the hundreds of other thoughts occupying it. But you also knew that you couldn’t solely focus on what you saw, you couldn’t.

So instead you tried to focus on Clint who had the new suit on, and the group that was now surrounding him and the machines control panel.

“How are you feeling?” Poe asked as he stood by your side with his hands on his hips.

Even if you were still slightly mad at him, you chose to answer his wondering question, “among other things, scared...you?”

“Hopeful.”

“Always so optimistic Dameron.” You smirked.

“Someone has to.”

You let out an amused huff of air before feeling Steve’s hand on your back as he joined the group, a gesture you discreetly pulled away from—maybe you were somewhat upset?

“All right, Clint. We’re going in three,” at Bruce’s countdown your nerves resurfaced. Only this time ten times worse, to the point where you felt as if you were going to puke or just pass out. “Two, one.” Not missing a beat, Clint disappeared, the couple second countdown starting by you worsening your nerves.

Even if he was only going to be gone a couple seconds. Those few seconds felt like an eternity. The waiting overall felt like hell, it kept you at the edge and made you bite your nails in the anticipation. It made the room silent beside the countdown Bruce was saying, it caused a heavy tension, with every passing second making it worse.

The only moment of relief either of you had, the moment where you could let out that held in breath of air was when, Bruce finished his countdown and pressed a button on the machine that made Clint return on his hands and knees, grunting in and shouting out a name. Natasha was quick to react and rush to him, asking for his well being which he was quick to reassure her.

All while you walked closer to the platform and anxiously waited for a answer, whilst briefly sharing a worried look with Poe.

Not being able to hold it in anymore you needed to ask, “Clint. Did it work?”

Said man looked to you and then at the group, throwing something to Tony so he could catch before he shared the answer you longed to hear, “It worked. It worked.”

Fuck yes.

A/N- you know Tony with the droids is a concept I would’ve loved to see. And if could draw I would draw him talking to Artoo and BB8. Anyway just so everyone knows Natasha ships Poe and reader 😉

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[TASK 082: GUAM]

In celebration of Guam History & Chamorro Heritage Day on March 5th, here’s a masterlist below compiled of over 90+ Chamorro faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever character or whichever project you desire.

Any questions can be sent here and all tutorials have been linked below the cut for ease of access! REMEMBER to tag your resources with #TASKSWEEKLY and we will reblog them onto the main! This task can be tagged with whatever you want but if you want us to see it please be sure that our tag is the first five tags, @ mention us or send us a messaging linking us to your post!

THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)

STEP 4: Upload and tag with #TASKSWEEKLY! If you didn’t use your own screencaps/images make sure to credit where you got them from as we will not reblog packs which do not credit caps or original gifs from the original maker.

THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK - examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

Lourdes Klitzkie (1940) Chamorro - long-distance runner.

Julie Ogborn (1958) Chamorro - long-distance runner.

Kimberley Santos (1961) Chamorro - model.

Jen Allred (1961) Chamorro - long-distance runner.

Rhonda Davidson-Alley (1961) Chamorro - long-distance runner.

Marie Benito (1965) Chamorro - long-distance runner.

Talia O’Neal (1975) Chamorro, probably other - actress and writer.

Sloan Siegrist (1980) Chamorro - middle-distance runner.

Cora Alicto (1980) Chamorro - sprinter.

Heather Snow Clark (1980) Chamorro - actress.

Maria Dunn (1986) Chamorro - freestyle wrestler.

Brittany Bell (1987) Chamorro / African-American, Unspecified Native American, Unspecified Southeast Asian, Unspecified Caribbean - actress and Miss Guam 2014.

Alyssa Cruz Aguero (1988) Chamorro - Miss Guam 2012.

Amy Atkinson (1989) Chamorro, German - middle-distance runner.

Starla Edney (1990) Chamorro - singer and actress.

Annrenaye Diaz (1993) Chamorro - model.

Roman Rochelle (1993) Chamorro - youtuber.

Remi Cruz (1995) Chamorro / Korean - youtuber.

Alixes Scott (1995) Chamorro, Filipina - Miss Guam 2013.

Pia Mia / Pia Mia Perez (1996) Chamorro / Italian, Dutch, Hungarian - singer-songwriter and model.

Pilar Shimizu (1996) Chamorro - breaststroke swimmer.

Skye Celine Baker (1997) Chamorro - Miss Earth Guam 2014.

Regine Tugade (1998) Chamorro - sprinter.

Emma Sheedy (2000) Chamorro - model, Miss Earth Guam 2017, and track and field athlete.

Mariana Ysrael (?) Chamorro - long-distance runner.

Teresa Garrido Roberts (?) Chamorro - writer.

Kacy Owens (?) Chamorro / Black - actress.

Fran Marie Castro (?) Spanish, Chamorro - actress.

Tricia Santos-Lujan (?) Chamorro - actress, writer and producer.

Billie Reyes (?) Chamorro - actress.

AJ Pelkey / Amanda Jo Pelkey (?) Chamorro - actress.

Jhe Manreal (?) Chamorro - model.

Sierra De Jesus (?) Chamorro - model.

Antoinette Manibusan (?) Chamorro - model.

Leslie B. Sanga (?) Chamorro - model.

Jocelyn Toves (?) Chamorro - musician.

Annalyn Buan (?) Chamorro - Miss International Guam 2016

Anna de Castro (?) Chamorro - dancer.

Flora Baza Quan (?) Chamorro - singer.

Evelyn Flores (?) Chamorro - author.

Julie “Jill” Quichocho Benavente (?) Chamorro - artist.

Maria Yatar McDonald (?) Chamorro - musician, traditional tattoo and visual artist.

Tiarra Jean (?) Chamorro - model.

Monica D. Baza (?) Chamorro - artist.

Peter Onedera (1953) Chamorro - playwright, author and poet, a master storyteller.

Ronald “Ron” J. Castro (1953) Chamorro - artist.

Manny Crisostomo (1958) Chamorro - photojournalist.

Richard “Ric” Castro (1961) Chamorro - artist.

Q. Allan Brocka (1972) Chamorro, Filipino - director.

Noah Bernardo (1974) Chamorro, Filipino, Italian, German - drummer, guitarist, and singer.

Sonny Sandoval (1974) Chamorro, Native Hawaiian, Mexican, Italian - singer-songwriter and rapper.

David Cruz (1976) Chamorro - reality star.

Donovan Patton (1977) Chamorro - host, actor, voice actor, and singer.

Joseph Aguon Drake (1978) American, Chamorro - producer.

Craig Santos Perez (1980) Chamorro - writer.

Melvin Won Pat-Borja (1981) Chamorro - poet and hip hop artist.

Santiago X / Lawrence Santiago (1982) Chamorro / Coushatta - musician.

Jason Cunliffe (1983) Chamorro - writer.

Joe Taimanglo (1984) Chamorro - mixed martial artist.

Jon Tuck (1984) Chamorro - mixed martial artist.

Sean Pangelinan (1987) Chamorro - sprint canoer.

Marko Germar (1988) Chamorro - dancer.

Elias Merfalen (1989) Chamorro - footballer.

John Hattig (1990) Chamorro - professional baseball player.

Mark Chargualaf (1991) Chamorro - footballer.

Zach Banner (1993) Chamorro - American footballer.

Christian Rafan (1993) Chamorro - Youtuber.

Benjamin Schulte (1995) Chamorro - swimmer.

Jamal Agnew (1995) Chamorro - American footballer.

Sean Reid-Foley (1995) Chamorro - professional baseball player.

Peter Michael Perez (2000) Chamorro / Italian, Dutch, Hungarian - singer and model.

KC Deleon Guerrero (?) Chamorro - musician.

Angelo Villagomez (?) Chamorro - environmentalist, blogger and model.

The Crank / Frank Camacho (1988) Camacho - mixed martial artist.

Angel Vega (?) Chamorro - model.

Luke Fernandez (?) Chamorro - model.

Joshua Sapakoff (?) Chamorro - model.

Jon Kanemoto (?) Chamorro - Mister Guam 2016.

Adrian Calugay (?) Chamorro - dancer and actor.

Johnny Sablan (?) Chamorro - singer.

Ariel Perez Dimalanta (?) Chamorro - graphic artist.

Filamore Palomo Alcon (?) Chamorro - artist.

Francisco “Frank” Rabon (?) Chamorro - dancer.

Herman Crisostomo (?) Chamorro - photographer and filmmaker.

Kie Susuico (?) Chamorro - artist.

Jeffrey Crook (?) Chamorro - rapper.

Mark Dell’Isola (?) Chamorro - artist.

Vince Reyes seia (?) Chamorro - dance leader.

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