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firbolgfriend · 2 months
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Im just yapping but there is this fic on fimficton called Discord of Tomorrow that’s about s2 evil discord traveling forward in time right before he can be turned to stone to switch places with the version of himself (reformed discord) that exists when the elements of harmony are gone, so reformed discord gets stuck in the past and has had to snap away and hide the elements of harmony from the mane 6 so he can focus on trying to get back to the future without getting turned to stone, all while dealing with the moral dilemma of him realizing how easy it was to take the elements and how easy it would be to seriously just take Equestria over again vs being worried about what evil discord is currently doing to his friends in present time. It’s only like three chapters but I think the plot is so funny and the author didn’t even get to the part where evil discord is in the future and the mane 6 is trying to figure out wtf his problem is, thinking he has amnesia or something. I want to make a comic expanding on it so bad I’m like seriously obsessed with it I can’t stop thinking about it
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Screaming.
Please do not do this but I just screamed for 30 minutes so here’s what you should know.
Can’t do it continuously for very long, have to stop to breathe (amount of time and breaths it takes to recover depends on how long you hold it)
It is EXHAUSTING. Seriously, if your whumpee has been screaming for more than thirty seconds multiple times, they won’t have ANY energy to fight back against the whumper. My head was hanging down for a bit because I was just so tired. The exhaustion also caused dizziness when I stood up. Also it’s been around five minutes and my throat still hurts super bad.
Oddly, I could still talk, maybe a bit of rasp in my voice but still effectively and fairly easily. (Again, about thirty minutes with tiny breaks)
Seriously when the exhaustion hits, it hits H A R D
Mouth kinda hurts too tbh
Heart beats pretty rapidly during and shortly after
My head hurts
Both hurts and helps to cough
Update an hour later: slightly hurts throat to talk
Moral of the story:
Don’t scream so much that you exhaust yourself,
Make your whumpee scream to the whumpers content
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fantasykiri5 · 4 months
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My third and final piece for the @hermitshippingbigbang !!!! This one was a DOOZEY it took a while, but it was SO fun!!!
This has been such a blast, and you should totally go read the FIC this piece accompanies and check out the other artist’s works as well!!!
// piece one // piece two // piece three (you are here!) //
Flat color version under the cut
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cipher-fresh · 3 months
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Did Eleven ever tell Amy and Rory’s parents that they’re alive in the past? Or did they just go missing a few weeks after a third of the human population had heart attacks?
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vhstown · 4 months
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reminder that ppl who make stuff on the internet for free don't actually owe you anything at all like ... as sad as it is that ur fav comic / fanfic hasn't updated in god knows how long that person has a life 😭 can we not harass people and be compassionate and patient and understanding thanx
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batbabydamian · 5 months
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DC February 2024 Solicitations - Comics Featuring Damian! 🦇
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BATMAN AND ROBIN #6
2/13/24
Written by Joshua Williamson
Art by Nikola Čižmešija
Cover by Simone Di Meo
Variant Covers: Kael Ngu, Yasmine Putri, Dustin Nguyen (1:25), Nikola Čižmešija (1:50)
The dynamic duo has proven they can work as Batman and Robin countless times, but now they must work together as Bruce and Damian to stop a deadly killer...on a soccer field?! The mystery of who is Shush and what they are doing in Gotham continues to grow, but Damian is confronted with a blast from his past that wants him to leave his father and Gotham!
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WONDER WOMAN #6
2/20/24
Written by Tom King
Art and Cover by Daniel Sampere
Variant Covers: Nikolas Draper-Ivey (Black History Month Variant), Jeff Spokes, Julian Totino, Kevin Wada (1:25), Daniel Sampere (1:50)
Wonder Woman against her greatest foes! After thwarting each threat that the Sovereign has thrown at her, he decides to bring in the biggest guns the DCU has to offer. Let the battle royale begin! Plus, the Super Sons' bedtime story goes wrong!
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SINISTER SONS #1
Written by Peter J. Tomasi
Art by David Lafuente
(No Damian mention, but significant Variant cover feature by Dan Mora)
They're bad to the bone, ready to brawl, and the sons of two of the deadliest villains in the galaxy: they're the Sinister Sons and the DC Universe will never be the same! When the son of General Zod was cast off of his adopted homeworld of New Kandor, Lor-Zod runs afoul of a kid on a mission: Sinson is out to prove he's got what it takes to live up to the family name of Sinestro! But all is not as it seems, and the sons' journeys will take them into the heart of darkness in this sensational first issue! Superstar Super Sons scribe Peter I. Tomasi returns to the world of DC youth once again-joined by fan-favorite artist David Lafuente-to craft one of the most dynamic debuts of a duo in DCU historv!
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deadhearthotline · 5 months
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watched World Tour a week ago + finally caved in
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what can i say. i love him. he's been swimming circles in my head since i saw him
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mikatheseer · 10 months
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when the algorithm is perfect
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wispscribbles · 6 months
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You’ve all been so lovely after my last post, several ppl taking time to write me. Thank you. I feel a little less scattered now and am starting to be able to interact with ghoap again without wanting to rip out my ribcage 😌
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ribbononline · 8 months
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New fic by @silverjirachi out wahoo wahoo! Go support it!!
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oswednesday · 22 days
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people on This website bleed and die for ao3 but every time i use the website for anything other than reading a fic done by a friend its a desolated landscape like, theres nothing there
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samsspambox · 2 months
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update: i'm not dead
hello hello! idk if yall still remember this humble blog but tis I! the one and only sam in a spam can, samsspambox!
i realize i may have neglected this blog but i have come back from the trenches (going back to them tho) and have been quiet and i'm sorry but i'll probably be shifting back to posting again?? idk depends on how everything goes
tl;dr: i got hit by the ao3 author curse and had to take a step back
if you want the full woes keep reading, but otherwise,,, hello again! jkbzskjbzc
so much started going on around september 2023 and just now they started to calm down (or, i started to learn how to deal with it i guess)
here's a whole comprehensive list:
Sep 2023 - Complex where I lived for 16+ years got sold, had to start house hunting
Oct 2023 - idk if yall remember but i ended up dating that one guy i talked abt here (this came with consequences)
Nov 2023 - Family death, Mom got Sick
Dec 2023 - Mom had surgery, Another Family Death
Jan 2024 - internationally traveled to place where my parents are from (alone) to go to the funeral and pay respects to prior death, broke up with that one guy (which is a whole ordeal)
Feb 2024 - Moved out of childhood home
Mar 2024 - Interviews for jobs
It was just one thing after another after another and, well, i don't think that was an environment conducive to writing, even if i came up with cool concepts or rambles or stuff like that. i had no energy. and ik i had so many plans but life really said 'no, you stop right there' and essentially paused my fic writings which sucks but oh well. now ive got some stuff figured out and an extra day off so i might be able to pick up where i left off.
and ngl i miss all the tumblr homies *cries*
but yeah. slowly but steadily ill try to post again but no promises!
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dipplinduo · 14 days
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So....TTPD is out.
...how in danger are we?
Yes. ✌️🤍
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sunsafewriting · 1 year
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Do A Flip - chapter 5
After leaving St Michael’s, Ava does everything she can to support Diego, including taking him to extracurriculars. Beatrice is his aikido instructor, and it changes everything.
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Miguel. 
He finds Ava sitting in the shade under a large tree. She’s slumped back against the trunk, arms folded over her chest, legs stretched out in front of her. 
He drops down beside her — leaving a gap, because they’re both kind of gross and sweaty from the last few hours of manual labour — and follows her gaze. She’s watching Beatrice and Diego across the courtyard, where they seem to be embroiled in some kind of debate. If Miguel had to guess, he’d say it’s round two of the can I climb the trellis? negotiations that Diego has already lost once. 
Ava seems content to rest in silence, but Miguel’s been waiting patiently for his opportunity to tease her, and he’s absolutely not going to let it slide. 
"How’s your foot?" he asks, all innocence. Okay, maybe half, one-third, one-quarter innocence. 
Ava elbows him in the ribs — more gently than he deserves. And she’s smirking, so he knows that he’s not really bothering her. "Sore," she says. "But fine. The flowerpot wasn’t that heavy." 
He grins. He’s not going to let her live this down for a while, and he suspects that Mary won’t either. "And how’s your pride?" 
"Just fine," she tells him. "It may surprise you to hear this, Miguel, but today was not the first time something like that has happened to me." 
"Maybe you should do a better job keeping Beatrice away from the fifty-pound bags of gravel, then."
"Unfortunately, she can look hot doing anything," Ava complains, plucking a piece of grass from the dirt and tearing it in half, then in half again. "I’ll never be safe." 
"Tough break, Silva."
"It’s rough."
"Yup. But I’m told that God never gives us more than we can handle," he says. 
It’s the sort of mildly sacreligious joke that would normally go down well with Ava, but he doesn’t get a response. 
In fact, she’s frowning, attention fixed on where Beatrice has successfully distracted Diego from the trellis, redirecting him by showing him how to plant one of the new baby saplings in the ground. They’re kneeled down together, on opposite sides of the plant, and Diego’s head is tilted in careful concentration while Beatrice explains what they’re doing. 
"Ava? Are you —"
"Do you think he does, though, sometimes?" Ava blurts. 
"Huh?"
"God. Like, I don't believe in any of it, but — but say that I did." She squirms nervously, twisting the material of her shirt in her hands. "Do you think that sometimes God, or the universe, or whatever, really does send you more than you can handle?"
And they’re obviously not talking about Ava's inability to be chill about Beatrice's biceps anymore, but he has no idea how this got away from him. 
Apparently Ava doesn’t either, judging by the humourless way she laughs, how she waves a hand vaguely. 
"Sorry," she says. "I feel a bit weird. Maybe I have heatstroke." 
And that would be easy to turn into a joke, and probably Ava even wants him to, but he won’t. "What do you mean?"
She draws her knees up to her chest and winds her arms around them, as though it’s important to be as small as possible for this. "I just — for a long time, I didn’t have anything in my life go well. Like, at all. And that’s — I get it. Luck of the draw, right? You keep rolling." She shrugs. Sharply. "But this last while, it’s like things can’t seem to stop going well. I have Diego and Beatrice and my friends, and the bar, and college, and it's all working out for me right now."
"Sounds like maybe you earned a break. And you're getting it," he replies.
She puffs out a breath. "And how long does the break last?"
"Ava —"
"I have, like, everything I've ever wanted. Do you know how crazy that is? What if I fuck it up?"
"You won't fuck it up," Miguel assures her. "You might fuck up, every now and then, but you're not going to fuck it up. Your life, I mean. You know that it's going well because of you, right, Ava? Because you're great, and people love you?"
She fidgets, then cracks a deliberate smile. "I am pretty spectacular."
"Yeah. And besides, not that it's really the point, or whatever, but you don't have everything you ever wanted, actually." It’s likely not the best approach to take, but Miguel’s not a licensed therapist. Solve the most obvious problem in front of you: that’s his motto. 
"You and I both know that the odds of a Jurassic Park ever —"
"Not that," he says, rolling his eyes. "I mean Beatrice. And your — well. That whole thing. Pretty sure you wouldn't be dropping flower pots if you'd sorted that out."
"Nah, I still would be," Ava declares, with so much exasperated confidence that he doesn't question it. "But you make a good point, I guess. I just — sometimes it's like I can feel this whole awesome future hinging around me. And if I drop the ball, it all goes away."
"It wouldn't," he promises. "If you dropped the ball, Beatrice would pick it up. Or I'd pick it up. Or one of your other friends would."
Ava nods. "I know that. In my head of heads." It’s an odd expression, but Ava's full of odd expressions. 
"And I can prove it to you. Sort of," Miguel says, because right at that moment, Beatrice is past them. She’s holding a watering can, making her way towards the garden tap, and looking over at them far less than she would look over at Ava in any other context. 
He hopes that one day, once she and Ava are together for real, she starts to like him a bit more, because he really likes her. 
"Hey, Beatrice!" he hollers. 
She stops, turns to them. "Yes?"
"What would you do if Ava blew up your apartment?" Arguably the most substantial dropping of the ball it is possible for one person to achieve. 
Beatrice’s eyebrow arches up. "We don't have the necessary materials at our apartment for an explosion. The most she could manage is a reasonably-sized oil fire."
"Just say she blew it up. The whole thing. Everything in it."
"Is this one of those riddles?"
According to Ava, Diego has been going through something of a trick question phase lately, so perhaps Beatrice is right to be wary. 
"It's not a riddle," he promises. 
"Well, I suppose we'd have to get a new apartment, wouldn't we?" she says. "And new things. Although Ava tells me her Loch Ness monster ladle is irreplaceable."
"Just because you can buy another one online doesn't mean it's the same," Ava insists. 
"And we'd also have to make sure you didn't go to prison for arson or insurance fraud or whatever inspired you," Beatrice lists off. 
Ava grins. "Are you saying you’d have to get me off on charges of — wait, that I’d have to get off on — okay, give me a second, I’m nearly there —" 
"That’s what she said," Beatrice supplies, in a tone so dry that it takes Miguel a beat to process that she’s being playful. 
Ava experiences no such delay: she glows brilliantly, all at once. "Oh my god. I’m such a good influence on you. Twelve years of Catholic education can’t touch this," she declares, preening.
Miguel can think of about six comments in response to that , but even though Ava would certainly find them hilarious, he doesn’t think Beatrice would. 
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boxwinebaddie · 3 months
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people: ooh, i love style!!! i love their wholesome friends to lovers dynamic!!! so soft so tender!!!! i can't wait to read yours!!!! <333
my abomination of a fanfic:
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hayaku14 · 3 months
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OH MY FUCKING GOD ASKDJDJS WORLD STOP I ACTUALLY SCREAMED
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