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fishsticksloser · 1 year

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Hihi!! I'm here to request a rottmnt donnie x reader fic :>

Basically, reader hasn't been over to the lair in a couple of weeks and if they did they spend at most an hour before leaving may I add Donnie wanted to show them a huge project he completed (he has told them about it but he never told them it was complete) so our mans Donnie thinks that we got bored of him and we are cheating on him which is not the case here and that reader was basically planning a little surprise party to congratulate Donnie on finishing this big project of his + balancing their schoolwork and job to fund this party. But on the day they had it all completed and was about to tell Donnie, he had enough and decided to break it off with them. You can decide the rest here :3

Have a good day, and get enough food, water, and sleep ‼️

Maybe I Was Boring

Donnie x gn!reader

Warnings: Donnie centered 2nd person, accusations of cheating, betrayal?, panic attack, breakup, angst, comfort, aged up, swearing, first "I love you", no tcest!!!

A/N: ooo... Donnie angst, I'm excited for this. Man... That's a lot of warnings...

Donnie had finally finished rebuilding Shelldon. It was a long process because he wanted to keep him as he was while giving him a huge upgrade. Donnie couldn't wait to show you, you had been a huge supporter during this time, but you stopped coming the the lair recently. Donnie was having some doubts about your relationship, maybe he bored you. Maybe you found someone new?

Donnie left the lab too grab a snack when he saw you and Mikey. You were whispering to him about something, Mikey was grinning widely as he handed you something.

Donnie hasn't seen you in weeks, but here you are with his brother... He felt jealous, betrayed. He quickly rushed back to his lab, feeling like he couldn't breathe.

Of course you'd drop him for one of his brothers. Out of all of them, at least it was Mikey. Right? That was nice, but he missed you. Why hasn't he noticed sooner? Was he too boring? Did you just get so tired of him you didn't even feel the need to break it off?

"Donnie?" Leo asks, peeking into the lab. Leo finds Donnie curled up in his chair, fingers digging into his head. "Don!" Leo pulls Donnie's hands away and holds them. "Count with me, Donnie. You're okay."

The 2 of them count to 10 together. Donnie feels his lungs start working normally again and Leo let's go of his hands.

"What was that about? What's wrong?" Donnie turns away, he didn't really want to talk about it or talk at all for that matter. "Donnie, I'm always here for you, okay? You don't have to talk..."

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Donnie ran the final tests on Shelldon, making sure he worked perfectly, when he got a text from you. You asked him to come over.

He knew that this was the end of your relationship. As much as he dreaded it, he knew he had to break it off. You were clearly in love with someone else and he couldn't stand being the side chick.

"He's here! Hide!" He heard you whisper shout thought the door. Great... You had someone over already. "Donnie!"

"Y/N..." He answers. He's a bit confused because you're so happy.

"Come in." You step aside and Donnie shakes his head.

"I think I'd rather talk out here." You frown and step outside with him, closing your door.

"Is everything okay?"

"I can't keep doing this..."

"Doing what?" Instead of saying it aloud, he motions between the 2 of you. "Our... Relationship? W-Why?"

"I haven't seen you in weeks... Every time I tried you had some half-assed excuse... You've been with Mikey too..."

"What? Donnie are you accuse—"

"Okay!" Leo opens the door quickly, separating the 2 of you. Donnie looks at Leo, shocked to see his twin of all people. "Donnie, come inside. Y/N prepared something for you."

Leo pulled Donnie inside. All of his friends and family sprung up yelling "Congratulations!" Even Shelldon was there, although he was certain he left him at home.

"Wha?" Donnie asks. He sees a banner with him and Shelldon drawn on it, hanging above your living room couch.

"Y/N worked on all of this for you." Leo points out. "They worked overtime, plus had school..."

"I—" Donnie tried. He turned to you, seeing tears in your eyes. "I'm so sorry..."

"Let's talk about it later, okay?" You smiled, blinking away the tears. "Right now let's celebrate you and Shelldon."

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"I'm sorry that I accused you of cheating..." Donnie started. Both of you sat on your balcony, watching the moon rise slowly. "I just... I don't feel like enough for you. I feel like maybe... Maybe I was boring..."

"Boring? Donnie, you're everything to me." You answer, leaning your head on his shoulder. "That's why I did all this for you. That and..."

"And?"

"It's funny that you say that you don't feel like enough... Cause I feel the same." Donnie turned, eyebrows drawn down. "You're so intelligent, so intuitive, strong, brave... The list goes on. Don, you helped save the world. The world... And I haven't achieved anything."

"I need you, y/n." Donnie frowns, the thought that you viewed yourself so poorly was confusing. He felt the same about himself, but you? You were amazing in his eyes. "I love you."

He said it first. It was very uncharacteristic. It had your mind running in overdrive.

You didn't answer, opting to kiss him instead. Gripping the front of his shirt desperately. He pulled away a little, stunned, before pulling you closer.

"I love you, Donatello."

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p1nkshield · 2 months

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Chapter 10

Hi! Its been a while! But I'm about to take a break from school so I'm finally allowed enough time for hobbies :) I hope you enjoy!

J'onn had not drawn from his experience as a school teacher in quite a while so when approaching this meeting he felt some semblance of reminiscence and slight rustiness.

"Have been informed that you are in need of guidance on your phasing abilities."

Jason looked at his old teacher pointedly.

"Yes, I don't do well with vague instructions."

"Hey!"

Danny was far too engrossed in tinkering with whatever gadgets he had found around the bat cave to really be insulted.

"Its not my fault you don't understand my weathered, ancient advice."

"'Try not to fall' is not good advice man!"

"Not if you're a genius like me!"

"You still haven't caught on that Alfred leaves old tech around the cave for you to find!"

"I-"

"..."

J'onn's face remained neutral as they bickered but those who truly knew him would be able to catch the slight tinge of amusement in his voice.

"May I resume?"

Jason straightened his posture at the question and turned his attention to Martian Manhunter.

"From what I have been able to observe your intangibility occurs involuntarily at random intervals throughout the day." J'onn began.

Jason cringed at the apt description before catching himself as he nearly phased through his seat.

"My intangibility differs because it is a voluntary process. My practice was initiation of the ability and subsequent control. Yours will be on cessation and then control."

Jason nodded along with this lesson.

"Sometimes involuntary use of powers has a subconscious aspect to them. If one truly believes in their own abilities it can become second nature to use them."

Jason's receptiveness receded a bit. Subconscious aspects?

"I know that there is a certain discomfort surrounding allowing another to peer into your mind in earthen cultures but it may be helpful to be able find the reason why you are struggling with control over your intangibility."

Jason did not like this idea. Introspection is already uncomfortable enough he did not want someone else to witness it. Jason was at his wits end though, and he couldn't stand this lack of control much longer. He was tired.

"Okay."

"Thank you for trusting me. I will try to remain as close to your surface thoughts as possible."

J'onn began to approach.

"Wait."

Jason looked into the eyes of the hero.

"Please don't tell anyone what you find."

J'onn nodded.

Jason gripped J'onn's wrist hard enough that his fingertips left pastel green imprints in his skin.

"Please don't tell Batman what you find."

J'onn paused and then assured him.

"Your thoughts will remain confidential I promise."

Jason truly did not like vulnerability. It very rarely ended well for him. But his life has changed so much in the past few weeks that maybe that streak of luck might have changed too? Maybe.

Jason let go.

So perhaps Dick had inherited some of his adoptive father's intense vigilance. Was there really a problem with that? He was better than his father. He communicated with others and allowed his teammates to participate in planning. He clued people in. His contingency plans were known of by his teammates so there was no drama, no betrayal. He learned from Bruce's mistakes. So when he saw a considerable increase in temperature in the cave he did so not because he was secretly monitoring the lesson out of worry but out of routine. He sprinted, very calmly mind you, to the nearest cave entrance. What he found was outside his expectations and expertise.

A Martian writhing on the floor in immense pain.

A Ghost boy looking rather sallow as he attempted to keep the room cool with his ice powers.

And his brother lying on one of the examination tables whilst ON FIRE!

FIRE?

FIRE!

At some point Dick heard a plea for help from the only conscious person in the room.

"I can't keep this up for much longer! I also can't wake up Mr. J'onzz!"

Dick's communications skills may have taken a significant blow but he was able to communicate everything that came to mind.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!"

@boo-ghosties @skulld3mort-1fan @addie-lover-of-stories @isaactheautobot @krzys2000 @ectoradiation @worthlesswall @mewzaque @mnemovoid @phantom-dc @justwannabecat @kitty-page @cutelittlebeanie @meira-3919 @amyheart19 @scarlette-foxx @thegatorsgoose @farmercale

#dc x dp #At the Core Fic #Jason can't catch a break Todd #Richard has no idea what to do with this situation #Dick: I leave for all of TWO MINUTES! AND EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE.#I know j’onn probably doesn’t normally do the thing where pressing his skin makes it go pale #but I like to think that he does earthly stuff like that to make distressed earthlings more comfortable

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haveaclock · 7 days

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Uhm...

Hi everyone?

Back from my little break I guess.

1 year is quite little

yea sure April 18 ,2023( the last time I posted) was a long time ago but,

"It's April 21st!! Of 2024!!"

oh wait I'm talking to myself again..

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Guess whose back, Back again, Shady's back..tell a friend.

yea

I have an excuse! I was going to take a break in observance of my little sister turning 10 (she's 11 she's growing up way too fast), boom one year later.

Genuinely forgot why I left Tumblr,for that matter social media after that..blame it on mental health and stress.

People should know that stuff happens in a year, things change. So guess what, this blog is changing..whoopi. Excluding my pfp I love it so much for absolutely no reason

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Blog things.

When I created this blog, I was in my "Jeantonio era", Jeantonio hyperfixation, if you were a CS fan in late 2022 most likely I was in your screen yapping about them and what not. Literally that was all my blog was good for, for that reason alone.

Yea, no more of that. I'm guessing the light switch turned off. I don't know what happened genuinely speaking they just aren't like..you can say I've gotten mature, when I look back at my posts I want to cry, bawl and curl up into a ball fetus position by the pure cringe of it. I don't know.

Not all only Jeantonio, it's just CS in general, sure I'm in a discord server (hi @tiredguyswag) about La Femme Rouge but I really just don't feel the same way about the show I used to. Blame it on personal life I guess.

now that I say that all I say on discord is how I stopped having a Jeantonio hyperfixation 🙃

Anyways,

Don't get me wrong I still love the,but I'll barely post about them. Yea, mind blower.

Next segment

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Bio thing

It's funny how I haven't made this before but that's that I guess,

- I go by Cassandra,

(@r41nb0wzzz DO NOT CALL ME OUT, I KNOW WHAT MY NAME IS.)

-Minor (don't hit on me 😒)

-She/Her

Hobbies: Drawing, Animations, Running,..does talking count?

.. I'll just skip to the fandoms part.

- Avatar:The Last Airbender

- Carmen SanDiego (kinda obvious)

- Any kind of children's show

-Mandela Catalogue

- MLP

- Undertale, but just barely

- Steven Universe

- Genshin Impact

-Spiderverse

I've forgotten now

Now, this shall come as a Total shocker for you guys but,

- Total Drama Island

see what I did there

next segment

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Everyone knows what a hyperfixation is,

A character(s) or show, or something you like so much you traumatize them or you draw them in class so much you have 3 full pages of that one character.

(Okay, funny thing is I've never drawn El Topo and Le Chèvre like, never in my life until like, January this year during Carmen week, crazy.)

Anyways, I'm pretty sure I was never one of those users that had a new hyperfixation like, by the day, "Jeantonio 4 life man"

Which is funny,

Okay I'll get on with it Rajbow (Raj and Bowie) is cool guys.

I love Rajbow so much man..

It's like ... it's like Terry McGurin watched Carmen SanDiego and then implemented Jeantonio onto Total Drama Island.

I will go on and on about them like..

Like look at them!!

Look.

Goofy Goobers times 2x man..

I didn't even mention Wayne man..Wayne!!!

I will put each of them in my pocket..each!

It's a brainrot.. man..

Will I be making remarks about my hating Bowie? No!

Le Chèvre got them because I hated him but now I don't because I forgot my reason,

or I just made him too fem queen in my head..

I love Bowie man..

And Raj..

And Wayne..

Platonic Raynebow 4 life man..

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I forgot the majority of the stuff I came here to say, so I'll just say what I remember, and leave you guys to forget this,

-I'm going to delete a lot of my old posts most likely this weekend, they were very cringe man, understand where I'm coming from...

-Thetalkwithaveaclock isn't coming back, it's getting killed off. But then again nobody cared or knew what it was,

- Posting won't be something you'll be getting in every 56 seconds, it's more like every 56 days or something..I either just don't want to come back to Tumblr or its school man..

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Yeah, that's pretty much it..I forgot a lot of what I was going to say to you guys, okay..uh..

Anyways,

Bye Bye..CS nation?.. I'm guessing the majority of this will be read by CS nation..

- cassandra

#i was not being serious with this man #carmen sandeigo netflix #total drama

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piracytheorist · 10 months

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Okay I gotta admit it, I logged in today just to check my notifications and messages because I was curious. Seems like cold turkey isn't something I can do, but I feel like I've found things to occupy the time I'm not spending on tumblr anymore, so I feel distancing myself from the site is possible. Not having the app on my phone anymore helps.

Anyway, I took a quick look on twitter today, and while I didn't see any sxf spoilers, I did see a post about a thematic week that I won't be able to take part in, not even as an audience, because it will be centered around stuff I haven't seen yet.

And damn me, I want to read further into the story so bad. It's been almost six full months since the last episode aired, and I'm finding myself wondering what is happening next based on the vague spoilers I've gotten. And there's at least three and a half more months left. I just know, I know it, that I will enjoy the story three times as much seeing it animated - and like, if I'm truly honest, my main drawback from manga reading isn't that it's not animated, or acted, or even coloured. It's that my way of reading it is not how it's intended to be read. Like, if I could have the chapters printed out for me, that would be ideal. Like:

Reading the story like this? Feeling the pages in my hands, seeing the wide and two-page panels in all their glory? Terrific. Perfect. 10/10.

Reading it like this? Having to scroll up and down for long panels, zoom in for small speech bubbles and out for wide panels, pixels getting distorted based on how zoomed in I am? No, thank you, immersion go bye bye. If I had a vertical monitor I probably could have worked it out, but I don't have a vertical monitor nor can I afford one right now.

And you'll tell me, well, a lot of further chapters are available in the next volumes. And I'll say, I'll probably work only for half of July, my contract ends after that, and in August I may need to move out to a different city so I won't even be able to get a steady job that won't work me to the bone. And I'm on a tight budget, so even the forty euros (being generous here, cause volume 10 isn't easily available to me yet so 10 euros for it is a generous offer) I would spend on the next four volumes are money I cannot afford right now. Plus, I know they don't reach to the current chapters so I would still have a ton of spoilers to avoid.

I don't know why I'm explaining all this lmao. I just feel like I don't want people to think I'm an anime snob. Because by god with every week I feel my resolve break. If I actually make it to October without having read one single manga chapter it will be a miracle. It's such a weird challenge I'm putting myself through, I don't even know if y'all can understand it. It's not like it's a challenge I can "win", or a challenge I can award myself for passing. Maybe a bit of venting can help, idk. It's not like I'm asking for recognition or pity or something, I am aware of how weird my choice may seem. I just had some feelings and thought, "well, fuck, what do I have my tumblr blog for".

Idk. I just feel like I love this story so much and in such a way that I also want to properly enjoy it. If I lived in Japan and spoke the language, you know I'd be running to whatever stores sell the magazine where the new chapters are posted in every two weeks and sit outside the very store and read the new chapter before even getting back home (wait, are individual chapters even printed out in Shonen Jump? I'm not sure I've understood the whole thing completely). But since that isn't happening, my choices are a) waiting for a long time and not interacting with fans, but enjoying the story animated, with colour, voice acting, soundtrack and on wide screen (and yeah yeah it's an adaptation not the original but listen it's a good adaptation and this is why it's drawn me in) and b) getting the full story and interacting with fans now but seeing the story in broken-down panels and messed up pixels, while having to fix the zoom-in and -out on every page. And I know me. I know choice a will make me immersed in the story, while choice b will just give me the details of the story. Maybe I am a snob after all, idk. I'm not making any effort to explain or apologize for myself. I'm just venting, lol. It's been weird and lonely and IT'S BEEN TOO LONG AND OCTOBER IS TOO FAR AWAY T_T

Anyway. Been doing good other than that. I will probably revert to logging out every day in order to try and keep my distance from the site, but coming back every other day or so. We'll see. I have a few messages to respond to (and a few more spoiler-free manga panels to react to! yay!) so I'll get to those today.

#nette speaks #wow that was a vent lol

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gay-ppl-real · 9 months

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10 Feet Tall by Cavetown - Invader Zim animatic

This idea has lived in my head rent free for at least 2 years so I'm just happy to give it life.

Thoughts under the dropdown (or the link check it out on YouTube, English captions included :) )

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The story in this is loosely based off of my fanfic Can You Even, or, more accurately, the AU that CYE eventually became in my head that I've never managed to get down on paper, and in that AU Zim gradually changes over Dib's teenage years and they end up sort-of-friends. I'd really like to work on that AU and share it someday but I have a much older JTHM X IZ mashup AU I'd like to complete first.

As an artist, I'm self-taught, and I've never made an animatic before, so I think this might be Bad(TM). Entering the world of making animated content has been a steep learning curve and I would genuinely appreciate any constructive feedback on how I could improve, because even though this is a total mess it was really fulfilling to create, so I'd like to do more!

This was the hyperfixation of around a week. Four days I was working on it like 10 am to 1 am (a normal work day for me) and it does slightly kill me inside that it's still not anywhere near perfect /lh.

Also I hadn't drawn the Zim crew in so long I'd like, forgotten how... and you can 100% tell that I was not at all sure of how to do it in the beginning and that I got better and also that I went back and added slides retrospectively and they look way cleaner and less confused (or at least I can) and AGH.

I've also never shared or uploaded a video to Tumblr before so I hope I haven't made a total mess of it...

#innisart #fanart #invader zim #zim #cavetown #animatic #fan animatic #I am so worried sharing this that I like messed something up T-T #so many firsts it's a bit intimidating lmao #but we have fun with it!#Youtube

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thesinglesjukebox · 4 months

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DLALA THUKZIN, ZABA & SYKES - "IPLAN"

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Amapiano is probably our most consistently high-scoring genre. Joshua Kim explains how it's evolving...

[8.25]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: The greatest musical development in South Africa this year was 3-step, a style of house music coined by Thakzin that bridges AfroTech and amapiano. He isn't the first to have made songs in this zone (the earliest I've found is Prince Kaybee & Nokwazi's "Ebabayo" from 2021), but he did produce numerous tracks that made him its current poster boy. The genre's most clear, defining feature is the presence of a kick drum on the 1, 3, and 4 of a measure (and less commonly the 1, 2, and 3), which grants each song a more rigid foundation than the typical amapiano track. It's a perfect fit for Dlala Thukzin's "iPlan" and its hopeful lyrics. Zaba sings about not having money or a job, and his voice weaves in and out of the song, like the still-small voice inside your head that tells you to stay calm. And really, it's only fitting that "iPlan" functions as an EDM song without an all-consuming drop; what arrives instead is steady, comforting relief. Its clanging percussion has felt like a multitude of metaphors to me: the pounding beat of your heart, a sign that you're still alive; the sound of repetitive toil, like the promise of something coming from all your hard work; even a desire for reprieve amid life's constant suffering. Here is a song that acts as an invitation to grieve and to celebrate. The beat keeps going, and as I look back on another year, this serves as a nice reminder that somehow, miraculously, I'm still here too. [10]

Micha Cavaseno: I hit a place of personal burnout somewhere in the mid 2010s with the different regional dance scenes of the world made available for all of us by the internet breaking down geographic restriction. Part of it was the fast & loose fashion mentality that made sub-genres go from underrated to overrated within a span of mere weeks, and how any artist could go from essential to disposable before you'd truly had a chance to digest it. To this day, plenty of lingering questions haunt me: did I "miss out" when bubblin' was a thing (maybe)? Was Zomby right to get banned from a message board because people thought bassline and niche were the same (yes)? Did Resident Advisor's coverage specifically get worse when they eliminated the comment section and thus prevented proangelwings from lighting their ass up all the time for pedestrian summaries (no, but it didn't help)? Now I look at an artist like Dlala Thukzin and sigh that I can't in any good faith claim to have a real comprehension of the differences between gqom, afriampo, afrotech, kuduro, kwaito, so on and such... Though I know that it's there, and I need it in order to know what makes a song like this particularly good beyond how muscular yet gentle it is. It's great to admire something for spectacle, but I would like to know the brilliance (or even the clunkiness) of form one day. [8]

Ian Mathers: There's a pleasing graininess to some of the synths here that remind me of other amapiano I've heard, but I'm less familiar (but still taken) by the stiff percussion that sometimes sounds like it's slightly phasing in and out. Both play off the high, sometimes keening vocals very well. The end result is both propulsive and, especially on headphones, subtly disorienting - it can make your head feel like it's swirling. And I haven't even tried listening to it baked yet! [8]

Kat Stevens: Like finding a couple of ibuprofen in the drawer when you were looking for codeine: grateful they exist but missing that extra oomph. [7]

Katherine St Asaph: In isolation, this is a bit too muted for a desensitized tension-enjoyer like me to be drawn to. I'd probably love it in the right DJ set. [7]

Michelle Myers: Romanticized melancholy works beautifully in dance music. I want to cry in a club to this. [9]

David Moore: Just when I start to have a handle on some of the formal characteristics of South African dance music, it evolves again into 3-step. Thakzin describes adapting his AfroTech sound, broadly popular with international audiences, to South African audiences during the amapiano zeitgeist and hitting on a novel formula that involves a three-beat pattern. Anyway, that's as best as I can understand or describe it. Dlala Thukzin -- not to be confused with Thakzin (as the interviewer in the clip above jokes, but you should absolutely listen to Thakzin, too) -- created a wildly popular take on this sound, which ruled the South African charts for months starting in September. [8]

Nortey Dowuona: Zaba was hijacked, injured one of the robbers and escaped with his hand stabbed in June of this year. 3 months later this song goes number 1 on the Official South African Charts. Somebody was praying for that fool. [10]

Will Adams: Over the course of my dilettantish experience with amapiano, I've come to expect a few qualities: a) impossibly gorgeous; b) a luxurious slow build that carries the risk of; c) never fully reaching a destination. "iPlan" possesses all three, but has a bit more of Column C than usual, which keeps it at a mild distance. The low-mixed vocals might be to blame. [6]

Brad Shoup: I love how pensive this is, how Dlala Thukzin submerges the vocals until they're barely visible from the surface. It resists any easy soar the whole way through: a fantastic transition track, I'd imagine. [8]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Less a song, more a full night on the dancefloor compressed into six minutes -- some artists' entire careers have fewer moments of transcendental jubilation than "iPlan." There's this tea kettle noise that Dlala Thukzin works in the second time Zaba & Sykes go through that chorus that feels like ascension -- and then the song keeps going for three more minutes! [9]

Frank Kogan: Halfway through a People's Pop Poll, when we've finally gotten through the quallies and into Round One, Tom will grab a sentence from every track's YouTube comments and tweet out four of them at a time, one for each track in a heat. Often he'll find comments that are hilariously obtuse, though sometimes they're poignant and evocative. Anyhow, for Emma Bunton's "Free Me" (you probably knew Emma as "Baby Spice") the YouTube comment that Tom lifted was, "It's very soothing and edgy." I stared at this for a minute's worth of nervous self-recognition and then tweeted back, "'It's very soothing and edgy' are what half my reviews come down to." So "iPlan" is cutting up beats in a way that pushes beyond amapiano but is also digging back into late '10s gqom, which is edgier and more driving and more gripping hence more soothing than amapiano, so's the same 90% overlap you get in amapiano's typical soothing-edgy Venn Diagram, but with a bigger circle. Is about dogged determination, is about gliding dance moves across shards of glass, dark beauty, sharp beats. [9]

[Read, comment and vote on The Singles Jukebox ]

#dlala thukzin #zaba #sykes #music #amapiano #south african music #music writing #music reviews #music criticism #the singles jukebox #Youtube

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queen-susans-revenge · 3 months

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Writer 20 Questions

seen via @findswoman!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

177,314

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Dragon Age, fairy tale retellings, and one fic each for Sherlock Holmes and Batman

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

so Fade to Black and Fade to Black and Back, my two multi-chapter smut series for Star Wars Rebels, are I guess going to be my enduring fandom legacy lol. 637 kudos for the first and 452 for the second.

After that it's...more smut, but Talk About It is Dragon Age smut, and I guess my most popular stand-alone story at 399 kudos.

Then it's back to Star Wars Rebels, but Wedding Dance (377 kudos) is a gen fic, so that's my most popular non-smut piece. Braided at 320 kudos is another explicit one.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always mean to, but sometimes when a bunch come in at once I get overwhelmed. I try and go back and respond to unanswered comments every time I revisit an old fic. Just this week I answered a couple that were seven years old *wince*. It's never too late, right?

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That's Scenes From Rivendell, no question. I can still make myself cry re-reading that fic. Poor Celebcarch.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of them have happy endings really, but I'll say the happiest is Marriage of Convenience, because it was written to provide a happy ending for Alistair and Anora--and that's a pairing that only arises out of some pretty grief-laden circumstances in Dragon Age: Origins. So that's the fic that takes something sad and makes it better.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

A couple times people have tried to chide me for writing smut, which is like ??? Did you not see ALL the warnings? My sister what were you even doing at the devil's sacrament?

9. Do you write smut?

I doooooo. Yes I do. I don't feel even a little bit bad about it, either.

Sex is important! It's one of the most intense, emotion-rich experiences in life! Especially in a love story--there is nothing that will tell you more about the dynamic between two people than showing how they have sex. And the smut is the part that's usually left out in mainstream media, so it's the big "missing piece" that I am often drawn to want to fill in, creatively.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I haven't, but it would be a fun challenge.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes and it's the best feeling every time. Same for getting podfic made of my stories, or fanart. Just the best.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

No, but from rp experiences, I think collabs are absolutely the way to go if possible. It just gets lonely writing on your own, and having a partner keeps the energy up.

14. What‘s your all-time favorite ship?

Space pirate OCs. But excluding my own characters... man, I've had poor luck with my ships, honestly. Looking back through the characters I was really passionate about, canon screwed me one way or another on all of them. I loved Mulder/Scully, Xena/Gabrielle, and Kanan/Hera, and all of their shows went off the rails at the end, so I think about them all with a tinge of sadness now.

It's better to love your own characters, because then at least when you make awful things happen to them, it doesn't come as a surprise.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My only current WIP is a kid's book, and I hope I do finish it!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialog, and also there's a sort of lyrical register that I can shift into pretty easily (it's a trick I often use for endings).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh, self-indulgence. Things like writing about Kanan's seaglass eyes, or people "growling" their dialog. Cheese, basically. I don't rein myself in too much for fanfic, but in original writing I have to be strict with edits because if I don't force myself to stay spare and restrained, I'm probably getting cheesy with it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Tricksy, very tricksy! It's certainly not something you can just hand off to Google Translate. I personally wouldn't do it unless I had some first hand experience with the language, or could consult with native speakers.

Funny story on that, for the space pirate novel, I had a bit where I needed an automated warning looping in various languages. The English was "Warning! Please evacuate the building!"

I asked my Russian friend to give me a translation, and he said I'd need to do some cultural translation first, because the Russian "would be a lot more direct. And they wouldn't say 'please.'" So he gave me Vnimaniye! Vyhodi zdaniye! which apparently translates more directly to "Attention! Exit building."

That's the kind of thing Google Translate can't do for you.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

X-Files. This was Usenet days. Alt.tv.x-files. Many many memories. At one point there was a spinoff group so we could roleplay, but not roleplay being in the show, exactly. Just like all living in a town. It was almost a proto-Tumblr.

I miss Usenet.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

It might be The Last of the Rebel Angels: that one's not the best, I don't think, but it's the weirdest and most ambitious. I had something to say, and even if I only managed to sketch it out or gesture at it, there's still a really tender place in my heart for that fic.

Any fic writers who'd like to fill out the questions, please consider yourselves tagged!

#fic writer problems

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Field Notes- Rüdiger "Odin" Torvik

Some shrink told me to start writing down my thoughts during operations. Said it would help with the flashbacks or some other kind of psychological bullshit. Feels like I'm writing a damn diary if you ask me. Oh well, doctor's orders am I right?

Day 1:

We came to our destination late last night. 'Area was clear, the others went and camped out at the safe house while my operation had just gotten started. But wait, I'm supposed to be telling you how I'm feeling, correct? This isn't some mission report, huh?

Alright fine, here you go, doc. I'm tired. I haven't slept in more than 48 hours. The grease paint on my eyes makes them stick together worse when I can barely keep them open as is, but ain't no way I'm closing them anytime soon. Other than the constant nagging nightmares, my operation is more involved than the commissioned jævler you have back on base. I'm not even part of your jævla unit, but if I want to get my money I had to promise to make these damn reports. But I digress, you got on to my ass for using too much profanity in my last entry already. Back to the sappy stuff even if it makes me feel like Å drite seg ut.

Day 2:

I officially separated off the main unit last night. Took more of their rations than I meant to (someone smuggled a bottle of bourbon so don't shoot me for taking it). Anyway, I'm posted next to the objective location. I'm sure the others would be bitching and moaning about the cold right now, especially that squat one named Frost. Ironic though, isn't it? How am I supposed to write about my feelings if I myself don't even understand them?

Day 10:

Large skip in days, huh doc? I guess now is better a time than never to really "let down my walls" as you call them. Dritt hit on day 3 of the operation. The enemy knew that the little task force was coming and ambushed them. I could hear the shots from my recon point miles away. By the time I made it back to base to give the drittunge my help, they had already scattered like mice. So naturally I followed your English ways of doing things and called in what happened. They told me to keep at it. Said I was a "wild card" because they didn't know I was here. So yes, it is just me out here in the middle of fucking nowhere. Oddly enough though, it feels like home. I've taken the rest of the rations left by the unit and have been surviving off those. The enemy is still on alert. 'Thinking your force is going to regroup and try again. Uff! Like they would ever do something so noble. I've still got a check waiting to be cashed once this operation is over, so there isn't any room for me to turn tail like your little posse did.

-a large expertly drawn hand giving the middle finger is drawn-

Day 25:

Things are finally moving forward. Funny how one man can make two weeks' worth of rations last 20 days. Just kidding. Still, my spirits are high. Killed a couple of the svin yesterday. They let down their guard finally, so I plan on tonight being my last night here. I was given permission to do whatever necessary to get the intel I was sent here for. Why else would an organization hire a mercenary? Still, this might be my last entry and you'll find this book on my cold dead body. Or I'll be seeing you in a week where you'll psychoanalyze every word I write and the way I write it. My answer still stays the same. I'm not translating my language for you. Let me have some of my words not get banned by your posh preference of vocabulary. Uff! Even that sounded like something you'd say. So... Faen!

Day 30:

Turns out I needed more than a day. There were more of them than I thought. Like breaking down walls in an old house and hundreds of mice scampering away. I had to resort to blowing up their entire base including me. found the perfect little detonation spot. Stockpiled all their grenades and other explosives as well as their fuel tanks in a single location close to the middle of the building they occupied. 'Was on my way out when one of them decided to take a look at the racket I was making in the middle of the night. It was about time too. I started at 2300 and finished at about 3000. Luckily I got the drive before I finished my explosive pile. Un-luckily(?) I had to detonate myself with it. Got thrown a couple yards away in the blast and managed to bust my leg pretty good. I was able to get far enough from the location so if they did send reinforcements I wouldn't be found.

Day 31:

They say that people can change. But can they really? I've done so many things in my life. My crimes started when I was young. I've learned every underhanded war tactic there is. Using my training and knowledge to commit so many atrocities Normally I can keep them inside. Keep them hidden within me. What am I even saying? This mission has made me soft. No, not soft. But aware of what I've done. Are these the "walls" you were talking about, doc? Anyway. I've slowly been dragging myself towards the extraction point.

Day 33:

I stumbled upon an abandoned church today. 'Couldn't help myself but to go inside. There are skeletons everywhere. The place looks like it must have been ransacked long ago. A piano was at the far end of the room. Completely ruined and wasting away. All the keys were worn and broken. None made a sound. But yet, as I played I could hear the music clearly. The song my mother always played sounded in my ears as I pressed down on the stiff keys. It took me back to those quiet warm evenings. I would finish with my tutoring and sneak down the stairs to listen to her play. My sister would also join me on the stairs, hidden in the corner. When she played thinking that no one was around, it would feel like her feelings would merge with the songs and it would take flight, carrying you away with it to her world. It wouldn't last long though, once she learned she had an audience she'd quickly usher us down and turn back into a teacher rather than a mother. The music she played would give us more warmth and comfort than any of her lessons. Sometimes I wonder where I'd be if the accident never happened. If my life was never turned upside down. Would it still feel as empty as it does now? Feeling the cold from having a family without affection, or the cold from the winter plains somewhere in Russia.

Day 40:

I got a message from base today. They'll be picking me up at 2100.

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27, 12, and & 23 for writers ask game!

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Techno in clinic was SO stressful for me to write. I wrote clinic when I was still newish to writing dsmp fic, so I was still figuring out how to characterize everyone and I really had next to zero experience writing c!techno. as clinic got more popular I put so much pressure on myself to try and get my characterization at least somewhat accurate, so it was so stressful learning how to write techno as clinic blew up. I still get stressed writing techno, but I'm a lot more comfortable writing him than I was before

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

writing wishes?? uhh I'm not sure what exactly constitutes a writing wish but I guess I'd wish to be able to quickly and easily finish the stars og rewrite manuscript, and then I'd wish to get a great publishing deal for it, and then uh... I dunno I'd wish for through a glass divine to get the sirentwt treatment because I'd love to see more fanart lmao

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

well lately my writing environment has changed a lot because I'm in a very weird living situation?? I don't wanna go into detail explaining that mess so I'll just describe my desk in my room even though I haven't been able to write in there for over a month now lol

at night I'll often write at my desk, which is wood painted white with gold metal legs and a frame. my desk is right in front of a window that looks out onto a wide alley that a lot of people walk through, so on friday and saturday nights I can hear drunk groups of friends laughing and singing as they walk down below. I have an oversized computer monitor for a PC that doesn't work sitting next to me, along with a small TV screen that also doesn't work and we just haven't gotten around to getting rid of. The wall to my right is covered in orange and green sticky notes where I wrote a ton of worldbuilding details for the stars universe. I also have my books sitting below that, along anywhere between 6-10 rings that I just leave scattered on my desk so I can grab them when I'm going out. My bed is a bit behind me to my left, and I have a magnet board on the wall next to it covered in art prints I've gotten over years of going to cons and ordering art pieces online (including some fanart people have drawn for my fics!!). Also there's a fake plant sitting on my dresser which is also to the left of my desk, and it's melted a bit from sitting in my hot car in the dead of southern california summer for like a week straight but I love it anyway. also, my black and white great dane is almost always sleeping on the bed behind me. one time I got startled out of writing because he howled in his sleep and woke himself up

writing ask game!

#ask game #anon

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PIERCING THROUGH THE SHADOW OF FAITH

Part v (Final Part)

It's been two weeks since I found out that my husband was cheating on me. Since then, it's just been me, Quiana, and my 11 week-old unborn baby. I've been going to my check-ups alone, and running errands by myself. Well, it's better, at least. I mean, why would he go with me? That trash chose to sleep with someone else; my bestfriend to be specific. So why would he choose to accompany me and his babies?

Where was he if you may ask? I don't know, probably with his new dear. He has been sending me text messages but I never spared a second to look what it says. My daughter and I were staying at our house, but we've been sleeping in her room. I can't bear to enter the room that shattered my dreams. Just seeing that door makes me recall how the end of the line was drawn. And I especially won't be able to lie in the matress that erased all the love we have shared. It's like a scene that keeps playing in my head as if I was there the whole time.

Regarding our business, I haven't been to our company since it happened. I can't stand the sight of him. You may think I could just fire him, but I chose not to. I...can't. I can't do that to the father of my kids. I don't think I could ever go to work with the thought of him not being around anymore. As much as how painful it was, there's something inside me that still wants to see him...that still wants him. I can't do that to the man I once loved, or the man I love.

While Quiana's asleep, I used my phone for a bit to distract myself from the hurtful reality. But then, I received a text message while I was scrolling through my screen, which made me accidentally open the message that goes exactly like this:

My Love

Tuesday, 5:57am: Good Morning, my love! I just want you to know that I am very sorry. Talk to me, please? I love you!

Tuesday, 11:03am: Babyyyy??? Please?

Tuesday, 3:18pm: My dear? Talk to me, will you?

Tuesday, 9:35pm: Please? I wanna see Quiana...hmm?

Wednesday, 12:42am: I miss you both..

Thursday, 1:49am: I miss you three..

Thursday, 7:02pm: Still no replies? C'mon Diana, I'm trying... Why are you so hard to please? You're not the only one who made the baby.

Today, 10:31am: Open the door. Now.

What? I was confused as hell, then I heard a bang at the door.

"Diana, open the door!" he roared as he banged our front door. I immediately went downstairs to shush him up because my daughter was sleeping. The moment I opened the door, my body got wrapped by the playful touch of faith. He immediately gushed in the door and hugged me; I almost got suffocated by his tight grip, as always. "I'm sorry..." he mumbled.

PAK!

I slapped him once again. He then touched his now-red left cheek. "How dare you come here like that? After all you did?!" I infuriatedly stated. I can feel the tears forming in my eyes, which, eventually lead to crying. I can't help but cry while arguing with the cheater. "Let me explain, just this once" he insisted.

"Okay! Tell me. Tell me everything. But. All you have to say are the answers for the questions I am going to ask." I said. "Fine, if that's the way I can talk to you. Ask me anything." he replied.

"How long has this been going on?" I asked. But he suddenly fell deaf and mute. "How long has this been going on? Avijandro Dominique Luna! For the last time, how long has this been going on?!!" I shouted in pain.

"Two years." he said.

What he had stated made me rethink everything that happened in our marriage.

"You scare me...you fucking scare me, Dominique! I don't know for the life of me which among the things you told me are true! You fucking scare me... two years? We're almost four years married. We shared love together, had kids together, and you still did that? I gave you everything. I gave you my body, my life, my soul, but...but you still chose someone else. And you know what scares me the most? The fact that you can make me feel loved with all your flowery words and considerate actions while having an affair with someone else." I poured my heart out. But before he could say anything else, we both got shocked by what happened.

"My baby..." I murmured. I saw how blood ran through my legs as I fell down in shock. I suddenly can't move. I quickly touched my bump. "It's all your fucking fault!" I blamed him. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry, love. I'm sorry, dear. I'm sorry... It's not my intention.. I'm sorry, baby." he defended.

After that, we heard a cry. It was my baby Quiana, who seemed to be awakened by the argumentation between her parents.

"Just stay there, I'm gonna get her." said the trash.

After a minute, he came back carrying our daughter who now stopped crying. It seemed like she missed her father's presence.

Dominique kissed our daughter's forehead and flashed a worried smile. He then pulled something from his pocket and...

My world shattered in pieces. I saw my daughter snuggling on her father's arms, with a slit on her throat, lifeless. She bathed in her own blood. "You evil piece of shit! Why did you kill your daughter?!" I cried, the blood still flowing down my legs. "I'm sorry honey, I'm really sorry." he said as he slowly walked towards me. I was trembling in fear. Before I could do anything, he...

"Why...?" I murmed. I can feel how my strength was slowly decreasing as I lie on the floor. He stabbed me seven times, right exactly where my baby bump was. Dominque then placed our now lifeless daughter above my body. When I was about to close my eyes, I heard a loud thud.

He fell on the floor, beside me, with a knife on his chest.

"I-I'm sorry...my dear. I'm s-sorry I had to do this." He muttered and smiled. "I really lived up to my words, didn't I? Remember what I said on our wedding day? Side by side, we'll live together, we'll die together."

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I'm going to write here because it's my anonymous safe space.

I am fucking tired. I forgot how trying these first few weeks with a new baby can be. He is wonderful and I love him, but he is on a nocturnal schedule and I am losing my mind. I got 90 minutes of sleep last night. My husband goes back to work today after his 2 weeks of paternity leave. I felt those cold fingers of PPD creeping in last night as I tried and failed for the 6th time to get him down to sleep in his bassinet. I'm medicated after my first pregnancy when PPD hit me hard, so I haven't felt it much, but last night it was fierce. There is just something about being alone and frustrated at 4:00 am that causes the tears to flow.

Motherhood is hard.

Here's a picture of those sweet cheeks to keep me on check. Because he really is wondeful.... ❤

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Tina Goldstein Month 2022: Day 7

Favorite Tina quote

Today I'm going with the moment she realized how wonderful Newts creatures could be... Swooping Evil to the rescue!

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Tina: "What is that thing?"

Newt: "Swooping Evil."

Tina: "Well, I love it!"

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Tina Goldstein Month 2022: Day 10

Favorite Tina moment of all time

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Reuniting with Newt in FB3. I can't tell you how glad I was to see these two together again. I love them- their banter, their friendship, and their budding romance. She looks stunning and both actors absolutely nailed this scene. It wasn't much, but that little bit we got was gold.

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Oh also 14 on a bruise because you know me and my hurt/comfort :)

Touch, pt. 1

After the wedding, a simple touch from Newt leads to just a little bit more.

Post-Secrets of Dumbledore cuteness.

/OS/

Read on AO3

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“What– Tina?”

“Hmm?” Tina hummed as she turned to look at Newt, the low light of the case making his ruddy hair shine in that special way that reminded her of sunsets on rooftops and Paris sunrises. He was watching her, not with the smile that she expected, but with a look of concern. The smile she had been wearing since their long-awaited reunion in front of Kowalksi’s Quality Baked Goods hours earlier slowly melted from her face.

“What happened, Tina?” His eyes had been drawn to her upper back, the bruise there that had been covered by the higher neckline of her dress and the waves of her hair must look far worse than she thought. She had just pulled her hair out of her eyes with a ribbon while working with the creatures. She hadn’t been thinking.

“Oh. Oh, nothing. It’s just–” She paused, her eyes connecting with his. Deep brown to blue-green. “Work.” She shrugged. “I got hit by a stunner the other day. It’s fine.”

He said nothing as he stepped closer, closing the distance between them. The rapidly growing baby niffler in her lap continued playing with her locket unchecked. She had discarded her coat as soon as she had entered the warmer climate of the case, but as his breath brushed the skin of her arm, goosebumps flared across her skin and she shivered.

He moved slowly, tentatively, and raised his hand to touch her before his mind caught up with his body and he realized how intimate a gesture it was. She felt, more than saw, his eyes swing to her face as if to ask permission. She nodded her head ever so slightly.

Gently, his fingertips brushed her skin. She felt the tenderness and care in his touch and her eyes closed. The feeling of being touched, almost caressed, felt so foreign after months away from all of the people she loved. It was unfamiliar but so wanted, and she shivered as the sensation of touch fizzled down her spine, igniting every nerve ending. Her awareness was heightened, and she suddenly felt the unevenness of the tabletop where she had hopped up to sit, the humidity in the air, the shift of her dress as it stretched across her skin. She bit her lip and gripped the edge of the table with the hand that was not holding onto the niffler in her lap.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, unaware of the effect he was having on her. Or maybe he knew. He was observant sometimes– especially with her, it seemed. His thumb swiped across the darkened skin, now stained ugly shades of yellow and brown.

She shook her head. “No. Not anymore.” She turned her head to look at him, his face only inches from her own, and she looked up into his eyes. They were bright and concerned, but his expression also seemed a little…daring? Bold? She swallowed. “I honestly forgot it was there. It’s–” His fingers slid down her spine softly, sliding easily over the satin of her ice blue dress. “It’s almost two weeks old, so…”

“Hmm,” he hummed in acknowledgment. His eyes, which had held her gaze for far longer than he usually did, finally glanced down to momentarily settle on her lips. Could this be it? She had wondered if he would kiss her tonight. She was certainly open to the idea and she was pretty positive now that he wanted to as much as she wanted him to. She had wondered several times that night if that moment would finally be it, but nothing had seemed right. Not at the wedding. Not in front of all of those people.

His fingertips traveled down further, further, until he splayed his hand flat against her waist. It was warm and solid and she found that even with this one little touch, even without kissing him, she was already wanting more. She would always want more of him. She knew that already.

She turned toward him slightly, making herself open to him, so that they were face to face now. His breathing hitched a little. He was nervous. The corners of her mouth twitched into an encouraging smile as he came closer, inches from her now. She reached out to find his other hand and he readily gripped her lightly as she made contact. Her fingers twisted just so, sliding between his so that their palms met.

He leaned close to her, months of anticipation, want, and worry finally coming together in finale. She felt his breath wash over her features as her eyes fluttered closed. He hesitated for just a moment before he was there, his nose brushing against hers and his lips finally meeting her own.

It was soft and sweet and perfect. Tina smiled as he leaned in for a second quick kiss and she felt his mouth quirk into a grin in response. How had they never done this before now? How had they ever not known? How had there ever been a hint of misunderstanding or miscommunication when they had this? This one moment with unpracticed kisses and soft, breathy laughter felt like they were finally in sync. They finally knew that their feelings were reciprocated and it was beautiful.

He captured her lips in a longer kiss, the hand against her waist slowly, slowly inched up her spine. She tightened her grip on his hand and silently cursed the sleeping niffler that was still sitting in her lap, preventing her from pulling him closer. She could have cried as he skirted the skin at the neckline of her dress, just over her healing injury, showing care even amid their kisses. His fingers tugged at the ribbon holding her hair off her neck, letting it fall free. He slid his fingers into the silky waves, and she had a feeling that he had been wanting to do that for quite some time.

Then they heard them, voices coming closer, and Tina felt Newt stiffen and then his shoulders fall a little in disappointment. She leaned in and captured one more quick kiss before he pulled away. Her eyes opened and he was so close, so very close. He was everything and everywhere right now and she loved it. She squeezed his hand and leaned forward just slightly to whisper into his ear.

“Later.”

She pulled away and watched a grin spread across his face. He leaned forward to press a kiss lightly against her hairline as he heard his brother start calling for him.

“Hey, Newt! Newt!”

“Theseus…” Newt called back, still grinning at Tina who couldn’t help but smile widely back at him.

“We’ve got to– oh.” He came through the doorway to the bowtruckle habitat, Lally at his side, his eyes soft and glazed after an evening of Firewhiskey and laughter with friends. “Oh, I, uh…”

Lally took over, swatting Theseus lightly in the chest with a familiarity that struck Tina as interesting and highly amusing. “We are going to head upstairs. Pop one more bottle of champagne before the evening is over.” She smiled apologetically at them as she tilted her head toward the little shed, “Care to join us?”

“Yes, I think so.” Tina replied, hopping off of the table with ease and cradling the sleeping baby in her hand. “Let me just get this little guy put away for the night.”

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My #1 post of 2022

Okay, but really...Newt and Lally fangirling over each other is the best ever. I want them to be best friends. They could just sit and nerd out with each other for hours.

Tina can come too. Obviously. For reasons. 😍

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😒😒😒😒😒 I see some things never change on this damn site

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updates.

Don't remember the last time I shared some things, but I got my counselor license at the top of this year, so I'm a licensed professional counselor in my state! Working on certifications on child and adolescent trauma as well as a neuropsychological treatment approach to anxiety. I'm going to apply for my next (and final) license which would allow me to open my own private practice (which is the goal) in August of next year. I also got a car, her name is dulce. She's the babe. Uhhhh got formally diagnosed with PCOS, and that's been kicking my ass in so many ways, so that sucks. Been working on a writing project for a minute now, but I can't talk about it cause it's not just mine. Anddddd......I've been reading more and playing sims on Saturdays. Oh! I'm also only gonna be working Monday through Thursday starting the 3rd week of August, so hopefully that will free up some time.

Probably more, but I won't bore folks.

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Black Panther 2 was a masterpiece, and I am emotional.

Expect a one shot sometime tonight.

84 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Easy | T'Challa Udaku

A/N: My god, BP2 was such an emotional ride. This is a product of all of the emotions I'm still reeling from. I have not written for BP in probably a year+, so I apologize for the rustiness.

Warnings: ANGST.

Words: 3K

You can find my other works HERE.

++++++++++++DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER++++++++++++

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Loving him was easy.

Maybe too easy.

Maybe things would have been easier if he wasn’t so easy. So easy to admire, so easy to be drawn to, so easy to feel an ungodly amount of love and adoration for.

But maybe that was just T’Challa. With his beautiful smile and brilliant mind, few paths seemed to lead to some place loveless. He was the embodiment of attraction, from the way he spoke, to the way he conducted himself, to the way he loved.

Yeah….easy seemed to be unavoidable.

A small smile makes its way to your face as you reminisce on your first meeting all those years ago.

“Would you just tell me already?”

Nakia simply looks over at you with that same bored yet tempted expression. “And ruin the surprise? Never.”

She laughs, clearly amused by your frustration, by the lack of patience for which you’ve still struggled to fully comprehend.

You’d just completed your War Dog training and had been assigned to Nakia, to shadow her on a few missions and prove that you were ready for your own assignment. It was a perfect partnership, as Nakia matched your wit and sense of humor, both of which had definitely gotten you in trouble more times than you’d like to admit.

“How about a hint?”

“How about no?”

Your eyes narrowed as you nudged her. “You are enjoying this.”

“Somewhat,” she admits. You share another look before giggling together when a firm voice from behind interrupts your moment.

“Forgive me, ladies.”

“You are not forgiven,” your response is natural and instantaneous, a small smirk playing on your face. “Matter of fact, you should know better than to sneak on two lad–” The smirk drops and your ridicule is cut short by the dark eyes and curious gaze of the crowned prince who stands before you.

If Nakia was amused before, she was delighted now. You can feel her eyes still focused on you as she bumps you with her hip. “Y/N, you didn’t finish your statement. How rude.”

Your glare could burn two holes into the princess as she shakes her head and returns her focus onto Prince T’Challa.

“Yes, T’Challa?” It’s in the most random, unexpected moments that you remember while Nakia is your friend, she is also royalty. Perhaps it’s something you should commit to memory, especially given how you’ve just completely disregarded all protocol for the future ruler of Wakanda.

Finally able to pick your eyeballs off the ground, you find that T’Challa’s gaze is pinpointed on you. “Nakia is correct. It is improper to finish your statement…..”

He trails off, and you realize he’s searching for your name. Slightly dejected and still embarrassed, you answer, hastily adding a “your grace” onto the end. For good measure and respect.

He simply makes a sound before repeating your name. It feels so strange hearing your name on his mouth, strange but also….right. Shifting your stance, you’re thankful when he finally reirects his focus to Nakia. Memory of what was said between them was lost years ago, but the initial butterflies in your stomach upon your first meeting have always stayed with you.

You pray to Bast they always will.

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actualaster · 1 year

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I posted 17,814 times in 2022

932 posts created (5%)

16,882 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 7,438 of my posts in 2022

#queue it for science - 2,455 posts

#videos - 331 posts

#a classic - 288 posts

#miraculous ladybug - 182 posts

#aster no - 176 posts

#ladybug comic - 165 posts

#miraculous au collection - 151 posts

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#??? - 129 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i... i don't think im gonna be able to blast through the last 2/3 of the paths plus the post-game in time for the dragon tera type 'zard :(

My Top Posts in 2022:

Western fandom went wrong right around the time children decided fictional characters were real people and had to be judged as people rather than tools to tell a story and that as such they should have human rights

205 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

This year's pumpkin is Guilmon! :D

All in all about 3.5 hours to make, about 15 minutes tops to draw the outline right on the pumpkin, no test-sketching.

I've never drawn a guilmon before lol

(For some reason my art always improves when I carve pumpkins...?)

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THIS IS THE ICON OF THE OFFICIAL TUMBLR TWITTER ACCOUNT

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As of late March 2023, eShop for 3DS and WiiU will no longer allow purchases.

The good news is Pokémon Bank is going free to use once purchase goes offline--but you MUST download it prior to eShop going down.

2,112 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Something that fully healthy people don't really seem to understand about chronic health issues is what running on an energy deficit is like long-term. It's more exhausting than you can possibly imagine if you haven't experienced it.

How does that work? Well, it's sort of like this. Everybody has a certain amount of energy. When you're healthy and well-rested, you feel pretty good. There are artificial boosters that give you more energy, too. You can do all sorts of stuff.

When you get tired, you can still do some stuff but you can't do as much and what you can do might suffer from lack of energy. Except that's essentially your every day existence with chronic health issues. You go to sleep tired, and wake up tired--sometimes more tired!

Your energy levels rarely reach "full"--that is, there's few points where you are in a "well rested" state where you feel pretty good and have "normal" levels of energy. You're *always* operating in "low battery" mode rather than being fully charged, and you drain *fast*.

This makes doing basic tasks much harder than need be--things that drain a little energy you notice a hell of a lot more when you're already dead tired than when you're well-rested. Like how when your phone drops from 10% to 9% you notice more than from 100% to 99%.

You can do some stuff--but you have an upper limit of what you can do that's a lot lower than other people. And functioning while running against a deficit at all times means a *lot* of careful, conservative planning to husband your strength for when you need it most.

It means sometimes spending 30 minutes deliberating what you should buy when you reach the store because you're trying to guess "will I have the energy to prepare this food after shopping? Will I later this week?" You hedge your bets when you can.

It means skipping out on a lot of stuff you'd otherwise love to do because you just can't be sure you'll have the energy to do it without landing yourself in bed for the next 3 days by pushing yourself to collapse. It's depressing. And it's exhausting.

EDIT: This post is for people with physical AND mental health causes for their fatigue and exhaustion, by the way! I know there are posts that really are meant only for one or the other and it's rude to hijack them, but if you find this resonates with you then you're welcome to it regardless of the cause!

2,190 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

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Will Vents to Mayhem

Relevant Posts: Mayhem, Will, Haze (Lore)

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Mayhem: I see... have you ever considered taking a break? Say, a week off to practice?

Will: Uh... yes?

Mayhem: Then why haven't you?

Will: Because websites are super aggressive with their algorithms and...

Mayhem: Algorithm schmalgortihm! If they can't handle the fact that you need some time off to practice, then to Hell with them.

Will: Well... I could upload something I know will get views, then use that as an excuse to take a week off...

Mayhem: Not a bad idea. In all seriousness, you need to follow your path, not the path they say you should follow.

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Mayhem is an interesting fellow in regards to personality. He is very boisterous, bold, and fearless. These traits stem from his attitude of refusing to quit, no matter what the odds are. Although in recent times he has shown a degree of temperance. This may stem from past events and adventures of his. When Mayhem is not out in the open and fully energized, he's actually a very thoughtful and intellectual individual. Ask him for a moment and he will happily sit down to talk with you. Contrary to his antics, he does have a logical side. How can one be a chaos devil without some degree of order? His past escapades in the realm of Chaos could not have happened without him thinking about his actions.

As for where the two are, that would be The League headquarters. This clandestine organization was founded by Abraham Van Helsing and serves as a protector of the world amongst multiple other organizations/corporations such as The Liger Brigade, The Devil's Brew Coven, M.A.I.G., and Maddox Heavy Industries. Normally Abraham seeks out individuals he deems as extraordinary for League membership... So why is Will here? Abraham seems to know Will from a time long before the mage was born. This connection is what caused Abraham to make Will an honorary member of The League. Of course this has led to some friction with the other members, but Abraham and Ellen the Wayward both insist on Will's presence.

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