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snowjanuscentral · 5 months
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Hello besties I am the teensiest bit tipsy and thinking about snowjanus
As someone who was poor and went to a very prestigious private school on scholarship, yet again I think about Sejanus’ political beliefs, and how they translate to modern day
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itsjaywalkers · 10 months
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making ghosts, ch 7
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astrobei · 10 months
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may i offer some byler exes fic in these trying times (it’s a road trip fic but we’re not there yet)
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bonefall · 7 months
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howdy, super enjoying clanmew day! hope its not bothersome but I wanted to pop in and talk about two of my ocs' name translations-
thunderchase > krrakapaoha "thunder will-travel", better translated as "will seek out thunder", in reference to her bold daring attitude - it's supposed to evoke the image of running directly into a storm! her name could also be translated as stormchaser or thrillseeker. the boldness of her name is in contrast to her sister's name, which is...
pickerelstripe > kishkiseek (kishki is a claymew word shhh) "chain pickerel with thick stripes". could also be translated as.... uh, pickerelstripe. her name's supposed to be rather dull, especially next to her sister, which plays into some major self-worth issues - it doesn't help that their dad's the leader and christened them with these names.
theres some other fun names I have too but a lot of them involve my own words and i'd feel bad flooding your inbox with stuff from my dialect aha
No no feel free to go on, I love everyone who's submitted a dialect and it's good to see you around. Chop up snippets of your lore and send them in as like... "tidbits" and I'll shout out your sideblog every time, if you'd like. I need to fix up the masterpost tonight to bring more attention to the specific blogs that run their own, btw, thinking out loud.
GO LOOK AT THEIR DIALECT, Claymew, on their sideblog @pickerelstripe
But anyway! Onwards!
Pickerel isn't here in the UK, but there is a very similar sort of flower. Pickerel is a US waterplant, with a rising purple flower that pokes above the surface of the water, but in the UK, there is the very special,
THIS IS ITS ACTUAL NAME,
Smartweed.
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[ID: A picture of the real, actual, existing plant, smartweed. It is a clustered, corncob-like pink flower that rises on a stalk out of the water.]
It's also called amphibious bistort, which Clan cats agree with. It's from the same cultural "classification" of flowers as bistort, hyacinth, and loosestrife. At some point I would like to make a "clan culture" guide to how they sort flowers, but for now, the words to know are these;
Tower (Flower) = Swahr A generic term for a tall, compound flower or several flowers that grow around a central point, usually without thorns (which excludes teasel by definition). Typically purple or pink.
Smartweed (Polygonum amphibium) = Yarpow A semi-aquatic flower which can count as a "reed" in Clanmew. A welcome, beloved pop of pink at the waterside, though Clerics occasionally grapple with a recurring falsehood that burning it will make a cat smarter. It doesn't. It just causes smoke inhalation. Where does the falsehood come from? RiverClan perpetuates the rumor as a mean joke against other Clans. Word comes from Brain + Light Pink (the color 'blush', in Clanmew).
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c3rnunnos · 4 months
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Small life (?) update
21/01/2024
I'm proud of a little thing that happened today and I will scream about it! I managed to open and use the computer :)
I spent almost 5 months not touching it due to a fun little... phobia (?) I developed of it (specifically, of my own personal computer. I can use other pcs just fine).
Checked that it was working a couple of weeks ago, and today I managed to sit down and write some stuff/edit a lil thing for about an hour without getting an anxiety attack. I'd say that's pretty neat!
I hope that next I'll be able to sit down and relearn how to use krita, little by little, and that I'll be able to make myself sit down and buy a ps plus subscription so I can play bloodborne with some pals. I'd like to get the ps plus subscription by the end of the month, so I'll need to pester a friend to help me out because I'm kinda stupid with technology. As for krita, I hope that by next year I'll be able to draw digitally again.
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stellamancer · 2 years
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hamburger emoji (implied katsuki bakugou x reader)
notes: hello, local deku lover here with yet another emotional support bakugou work. not sure why i go into depressive moods and decide ‘i think it’s a fine day to write about bakugou comforting me outta this’ since i go back and look at it and thing ‘wait is this even ic???’ lmao. also completely unedited because lazy lmao. 
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It’s the world shattering sound of someone banging on your door that wakes you from your hibernation. 
You consider for a moment, maybe two, ignoring it. If it’s one of those door to door salespeople or some weirdo Christian missionaries they’ll leave after a few minutes when no one answers. Sure enough, the commotion at your front door grows silent and you start to ease back into dreamland. 
Until you hear the click of your lock. 
Now you’re wide awake, sitting up straight and wondering what to do next. If you were fully awake and your brain working at full capacity you would know that the only people who would be able to unlock your door are your friends whose fingerprints are registered with your door’s smart lock. However, you’re still half asleep and wondering if you should take an offensive stance or hurl yourself under the bed for protection. 
You choose the latter.
“What the hell are you doin’?” Bakugou’s voice is all bewilderment and for a split second you relax knowing the identity of your home invader, but then the fact that it’s him has you scrambling to get all the way underneath the bed frame because Bakugou might be worse than any random person breaking into your apartment. 
But you’re too slow, he manages to grab you by an ankle and using his stupid absurd strength he yanks you out from under the bed. When your eyes meet you give him a sheepish smile. “...hi?”
The frown is fixed on his face like a brand. “Well?”
“Well what?” you feign innocence, but it only serves to make him look even more annoyed.
“Cut the crap,” he snaps. “What were ya doin’ down there?”
“Um, well,” you pause, considering your possible explanations before settling on the truth. “I thought someone was breaking in and was trying to hide.”
His eye twitches. 
“Anyway, um, what brings you here today? It’s, um, Friday, right?”
Bakugou snorts. “Try Sunday, dumbass.”
You laugh. “Oh. I knew that, I was just testing you.”
That was the wrong thing to say, you realize, as Bakugou glares down at you, teeth glinting in an absolutely terrifying grin. “A test, huh? Then lemme ask you a question: why the hell haven’t you answered your phone for the past two fucking days?”
“Forgot to put it on the charger,” you answer almost instantly, almost perfectly practiced.
He scoffs and reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Bakugou jams his fingers against the screen and a few seconds later you hear your phone ringing somewhere up on the bed. Bakugou is silent, but the smug look on his face says enough. 
You look away. “...I just… you know. “
Bakugou doesn’t respond, instead he pulls you up from off the ground. “....you eat yet?”
You open your mouth and he adds, an annoyed afterthought. “And don’t fucking lie about it either.”
“...no.”
He sighs. “...figured. I’m gonna use yer kitchen then. Go taking a fucking shower or something.”
You’re about to protest, but Bakugou eyes you threateningly. “Unless ya want me to wash your back or some shit.”
The look in his eyes makes it clear that he’s not intending to be nice about it if he helps bathe you. Whether that means he’s going to be rough with his scrubbing or his words, you don’t know nor do you want to. 
“No, I’m fine!” you squeak, moving to grab some clothes to change into. He watches as you scurry off toward the bathroom.
“If I don’t hear the water running in five minutes, I’m comin’ in to check on ya!” he threatens and you make sure to have it running in three. 
Sometime later, when you emerge from the shower, now fresh and clean, you find Bakugou in your kitchen, finely mincing up some vegetables. You eye the bags on the counter and realize he must have gone to the store before coming here.
“So, um,” you hedge. “What…. What are you making?”
“Hamburger steak,” he answers and it’s the first time since he’s got here today that he doesn’t sound agitated. “With some vegetables and shit.” 
“...shit?”
Bakugou points the knife threateningly at you. “You know what I mean, idiot.”
“...In Bakugou speak ‘shit’ can mean different things.”
“You know, yer pretty mouthy for someone who hasn’t eaten all damn day.”
“What can I say, it’s a special talent.” You nonchalantly wave your hand. 
Bakugou scoffs and lowers the knife. You think for a moment that your fabulous wit may have silenced the beast but then you notice him trade the knife for a spoon. He grabs a container and shovels a small bit of the contents onto a spoon and then thrusts that in your face. 
“...what’s this?” you ask, craning your head back to try and get a good look at it. 
“Shit.”
“Well if it’s—” He shoves the spoon into your mouth mid-sentence. It seems that right now ‘shit’ is pasta salad. You chew thoughtfully and swallow. 
Bakugou looks at you expectantly. 
“I’m not that big on pasta salad,” you start, reveling in how his lips turn into a frown. “But yours is pretty good. Not too much mayo.”
He looks satisfied with that and returns to his chopping.
After a minute of watching him you decide to ask your real question. “So, um. Why are you here?”
“...you seriously asking?”
“Uh. Yeah?”
Bakugou scowls. “...don’t be a fucking idiot. It’s only fucking natural to be concerned if some dumbass homebody doesn’t answer their damn phone for a couple days.”
“So you were just checking up on me?”
Bakugou gives you a pointed look before he starts mixing the stuff he was chopping up with what looks like ground meat in a bowl. You watch him in silence as he continues to prep the stuff for the hamburger steak, unsure of what you should say, if anything. 
You don’t know if you should apologize for making him worry. He’s a busy guy and he took time to come to your apartment and make you food instead of relaxing at home or doing whatever he does with his free time. But if you apologize, surely he’ll berate you for it. Tell you to at least respond to some of the missed texts you have so people don’t worry. 
So instead, you say, “...thanks.” 
“...’s nothin’,” he grouches. “Just fuckin’ answer your phone next time.”
“....even if I feel like human garbage?”
“Especially then, idiot. How’s anyone gonna know if you don’t tell anyone?”
“It’s not that easy.”
Bakugou is silent as he shapes the hamburger patties and you take that as him acknowledging your point. A minute passes and after he’s satisfied with the patty in his hands he moves over to the sink and washes his hands. You watch him curiously, noticing that there’s still a fair amount of meat left in the mixing bowl that hasn’t been formed yet. Bakugou dries his hands on a kitchen towel and reaches his hand into his pocket and pulls out his phone again. 
Then he shoves the screen in your face. It’s opened to your messages and in the text box is a single emoji. 
“If y'feel like shit just send me this,” he instructs.
“A hamburger?” you ask, squinting at it. 
“I know what it fucking is,” he growls. “It’s the closest thing to a hamburger steak.”
Fair point. You look beyond the screen to him. “But why?” 
Bakugou rolls his eyes like it’s supposed to be obvious. “So I know to come feed you, idiot. You’ll feel less shitty if y'eat.”
“Okay, but why a hamburger…?” You pause, and then ‘correct’ yourself. “Or well, I guess it’s meant to be hamburger steak here.”
“It’s your favorite food, ain’t it?”
You stare at him for a second, contemplating which of the two responses in your head you want to voice. Then, you pick one. “...yeah, yeah it is.”
Bakugou nods and goes back to cooking while you sit and watch, wondering how he knew your favorite food. 
And how the answer to that should be obvious. 
Though you won’t know for sure if he tells you.
If he ever does.
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allylikethecat · 3 months
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Chapters: 20/? Fandom: The 1975 (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: George Daniel/Matthew Healy Characters: Matthew Healy, George Daniel, Ross Macdonald, Adam Hann, Jamie Oborne Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Past Drug Addiction, Mpreg Summary:
Matty lied, which was probably a mistake since he was a shit liar on a good day, and today wasn’t a good day. He was much better at just, not saying anything, even though his therapist had told him that was really just lying by omission. He couldn’t meet Jamie’s eyes, and knew he was sweating nervously. He was hyper aware that he could feel the wand in his back pocket.
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Just like in the bathroom after the show, two parallel lines stared back at him, confirming deep down what he already knew. The test was positive.
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cha1cedony · 4 months
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Another no writing day :’) Tomorrow I’m mostly free, though, soooo I should actually be able to get some work done!
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fiepige · 6 months
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WOOO chapter 3 is up!!!
Summary:
“HOLY SH-” Miles and Gwen simultaneously turned to cover Pav’s mouth so as to not alert the creature in the middle of the carnage below them. The creature either didn’t hear him or it was too preoccupied with whatever it was doing. To his regret Miles soon realized what that was, as another wet snapping noise broke the silence once more. The creature was crouched down on all fours over what Miles assumed was the body of an officer, though it was so mutilated that it was hard to tell for sure. Its head was buried into the chest of the body beneath it, another wet snapping noise emerging as it pulled out a couple of ribs between its bloodied jaws... Or The Spider-Gang goes looking for Hobie. They don’t like what they find.
Chapter 3 of my Venom!Hobie fic is here! 💜💜💜
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rainyraisin · 1 year
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@beannary I FINALLY GOT IT‼️‼️‼️
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The sleeve with “RAI?” on it is everything to me
Makes me feel like we’re seeing each other for the first time in 12 years and the comic is asking my name to ensure it’s really me
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rudeflower · 4 months
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rosenfey · 1 year
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not every writing needs to be published. ever since I started focusing less on that and more on the actual act of writing I am having so much fun. with 0 obligations to like. publish within deadlines and such I can just. write. do what I love on my own time. and it makes me so happy
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finntheehumaneater · 8 months
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An Ego Thing {not a part of the fic just talking about when part three will be out}
WHY THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I WAKE UP TO 99+ NOTIFICATIONS ON THIS STUPID WEBSITE.
okay, so—good morning/afternoon/night, first of all (it’s like 7:20 for me right now)
and I have a very odd update schedule for anything, which is—I post a lot of stuff for it for a few days, and then don’t post for like a week AND I WILL TRY NOT TO DO THAT WITH THE FIC, I PROMISE, BECAUSE I KNOW IT’S ANNOYING BUT I HAVE ADHD PROJECTS AND I DO NOT GET ALONG.
so part three will probably be posted either today, or by Saturday (because I have dnd on Wednesday), and if it’s after Saturday and it’s still not posted, I’ll update you guys to let you know that I haven’t forgotten, or just fucking died. (But it should be posted by then, I just have a shit ton of homework to do each week—apparently more than my not-homeschooled friends, which I think is insane. High school just sucks, man)
and hello to two new mutuals to my blog—
@icegirl346
And
@bpillustrated (I have been pronouncing this Bipillustrated for the longest time, so that’s now just the way I say it, because I can’t read)
the next part might be sad because I’m evil and like messing with people.
my younger sister also told me last night that: “the tumblr babies want the first sentence of part three to be ‘Eddie Smooches Steve lots’ “ so. Yeah. It won’t be, but I won’t tell her that.
PUTTING PEOPLE ON THE TAG LIST HERE SO THAT THEY KNOW (if you want to be added lmk in the comments of part 2):
@strangersteddierthings
@nburkhardt
@paintsplatteredandimperfect
@different-tale-student
Have a good whatever time it is where you are :)
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her-soliloquies · 2 years
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Happy birthday to Andrew Garfield and Ben Barnes. What a glorious day! :')
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myloveforhergoeson · 2 months
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half of logan's scene, all of carlos' scene, all of the new year's party scene and then im DONE jesus christ im so excited for you all to read this chapter. i've put a lot into it and i hope you can all tell :)
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eighthdoctor · 1 year
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